"I go to seek a Great Perhaps.
Do you know why I left America, Lidewij? So that I would never again have to encounter Americans." "But you are an American." "Incurably so, it seems.
You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.
I love you' really is the gateway drug of breaking up.
What happens in the band room stays in the band room.
Hey Pudge," the Colonel said. "What do you think of a truce?" "It reminds me of when the Germans demanded that the U.S. surrender at the Battle of the Bulge," I said. "I guess I'd say to this truce offer what General McAuliffe said to that one: Nuts.