Mom's eyes blazed. "Are you sleeping with her?" Oh, god. Did we have to do this here? Now? "Well, actually," I smirked, "we don't get a lot of sleep.

I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.

Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

I don't have to answer. Until you know the question.

Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.

But she never just accepted me for the way I was.