You can’t ever know the real anybody unless you’re friends with them. And sometimes not even then.

Not even a repeat of Dawson’s Creek makes me feel better.

No one is worth wasting a gorgeous weekend over.

We can’t help who we love. Love isn’t logical, or even our choice. Love chooses us.

I mean, maybe under the surface, somewhere that's hard to see, I've known it had to end for a long time. I just never thought I'd be the one to end it.

We know each other in a way that no one else can. We share a history that makes us permanently connected.

We’re never gonna understand women. They’re way too complex. You’ve got too many variables to consider. PMS, bad hair days, miscellaneous mood swings . . . there’s no way to tell what’s causing their attitude. - Mike