Here's a tip...If you leave a girl crying you're probably not doing your Don Juan routine right, asshole.

Oh, he is cute!” Shane said in a fake girly voice. “Gee, maybe we can ask him out!” “Shut up, you weasel. Claire, hit him!

Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.

Don't play his game. Play yours.

Perv." He pointed to himself. "Male and eighteen. What's your point?

What's with the disco lights?" Michael said, rolling down the window between the driver's compartment and the back. Eve turned around, and her face brightened. "You like it? I thought it looked really cool. I saw it in a movie, you know, in a limo." "It's cool," Michael said, and smiled at her. She smiled back. "Can't wait to lie here and watch it with you." Claire said, "You don't have to wait; it's working now. Look--Oh. Never mind." She blushed, feeling stupid that she hadn't gotten that one in the first second. Eve winked at her.

I think I'd fall for you no matter what, Claire. You're kind of awesome.