He wanted to wake up to her smile every day for the rest of his life, like some stupid coffee commercial on TV.

That leaves Decker and what's his name, Mr. I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt.

If he's at this party, I want you to stay far away from him." "Shouldn't that rule apply to you, and Jules, too? Unless your penises make you magically bulletproof.

My glass is not only half-full, it holds five-hundred-dollar-a-bottle Dom Perignon champagne.

You love me,” he said. “That’s all I need to know.” “You always say the right thing,” Savannah told him, her eyes so filled with love that he almost wept. “Sometimes it takes you awhile to get to it, but you always get there, and what you say is always worth waiting for.

Recovering from a gunshot wound is not a vacation. You need to, like, write that on your hand or something.

He wanted to wake up to her smile every day for the rest of his life, like some stupid coffee commercial on TV.