Until this moment, she’d kept Park in a place in her head that she thought Richie couldn't get to. Completely separate from this house and everything that happened here. (It was a pretty awesome place. Like the only part of her head fit for praying.)

You’re a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out.

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes. "You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?

You look different. You look unsettling.’ ‘You look like you,’ he said. ‘You with the volume turned up.

I don’t just kiss people. Kisses aren’t... just with me.

Honey, I've watched a lot of 90210. The parents weren't even on the show once Brandon and Brenda went to college. This is your time - you're supposed to going to frat parties and getting back together with Dylan." "Why does everybody want me to go to frat parties?" "Who wants you to go to frat parties? I was just kidding. Don't hang out with frat guys, Cath, they're terrible. All they do is get drunk and watch 90210.

I'm sorry about yesterday," she said. He hung on to his straps and shrugged. "Yesterday happens.