I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it.

Maybe we should go on lots of double dates,” Cath said, “and then we can get married on the same day in a double ceremony, in matching dresses, and the four of us will light the unity candle all at the same time.” “Pfft,” Levi said, “I’m picking out my own dress.

You act like there are two kinds of girls,' she said. 'The smart ones and the ones that boys like.

I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it.

I don't know if I even believe in that anymore. The right guy. The perfect guy. The one. I've lost faith in "the". How do you feel about "a" and "an"? Indifferent. So you're considering a life without articles?

You're wearing at least four different kinds of sweater." "This is a scarf." "You look tarred and sweatered.

Take off your glasses." "Why? I thought you liked my glassess." "I love your glasses. I especially love the moment when you take them off.