Every time I break out of what is expected of me and do what feels right, I feel stronger.

Consider me your candy stripper... I mean striper.

It'll be impossible to protect Brittany for the rest of her life from all the other guys who want to be near her, to see her as I've seen her. Touch her as I've touch her. Man, I never want to let her go.

Don’t try and make me feel better, Alex. I hate you.” “I hate you, too.

I guess we're all a bunch of mismatched couples - that actually fit

Como un angel," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.

I'm losing control."-Brittany Mamacita, I've already lost it."-Alex