Up to this point your life has pretty much sucked. You’re not responsible for that. But you are responsible for what happens from here on.

Vending Machine: "This product has no known nutritional value and may cause irritability or wakefulness in some individuals. Please enjoy your selection and your day." Eve: "Up yours.

You're the love of my life. I don't care how corny that sounds. You're the start of it, and the end of it. And you're the best of it.

You're going to blow his socks off!

I got you a present." "Did you?" "It's a book of poetry--romancy stuff. I thought, 'How schmaltzy is that,' so it seemed like the thing. Then I screwed up and left it in my desk at work

No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.

The wounded recognized the wounded.