Testing her sexuality, she thinks she's caught a beautiful fish, when in reality, she's netted a shark.

"Choosing to be with you, isn't a difficult decision, Jacqueline"... "It's easy. Incredibly easy."

I'm gonna make that asshole gnaw his own hand off that night, dammit.

Sorry, boyfriends everywhere—you’re doomed to sit through an hour and forty-seven minutes of syrupy drivel. The payoff? Between my face, Tadd’s abs and Quinton’s biceps, your girl will be ready for takeoff as soon as the credits roll. You’re welcome.

Not stupid. Overly trusting, maybe, but that reflects on his lack of trustworthiness, not on your intelligence.

That's how they say it: He loves you in his own way. Well, what about my way? What if I need for him to love me in my way?

But the scars are always there, waiting for something to poke them.