“I am currently preoccupied with chocolate.”

“I am currently preoccupied with chocolate.”

“How can we be so utterly perfect, and you chose the douche who doesn’t have the first clue what he has?”

“I am currently preoccupied with chocolate.”

“Get out of my brain!”

“Where's the guy who gave me Twinkies and Coke?”

“We so need to work on your definition of relaxing.”

“You do remember how dangerous I am with those?” “Aye, that’s the point. Everyone will duck and cover if they see you wielding these.” “Even my teammates?”“Especially your teammates.”

“Two thousand years and I’ve never met anyone so stubborn.”

“I don’t know. Is that good-different, or I-should-come-with-a-warning-label-different?”

“I don’t want to be that girl who’s nothing without her boyfriend. I want to be a reflection of what I love—of who I am on my own, not just an empty echo of who I love. Does that make sense?” “You think I’d overwhelm you?” he asked. “We’d overwhelm each other.”