If I had any choice in the matter, I'd stay in my comfy bed and eat warm chocolate chip cookies all day.
The threat of taking something away makes us appreciate it more.
I don't deserve you. You know that, querida, don't you? (Alex)
What would it take for you to go out with me?
And just so you know for the future, I like my double-chocolate chip cookies warm and soft in the middle...and without magnets glued to them." "Me, too. When you decide to bake me some, let me know.
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.