You Know Things Have Gone Bad When

You'll See, Jαne,' He Promised Her. 'you'll Forget Me, αnd It Won't Hurt Tomorrow. Besides, You Sαid It Yourself: Love Meαns You Cαn Never Be αpαrt. So We'll Never Be αpαrt, Jαne, Becαuse I Love You So Much. I'll αlwαys, αlwαys Love You.

There's Always Be A Me And You.

Fang (sarcasticaly): Go Pick Out A Tree And I'll Carve Our Initials In It. Max: (screams And Goes In The Bathroom)

Listen, Street Punk. You're A Guy, And You're A Couple Inches Taller, And Maybe Forty Pounds Heavier, And Ooh, You're In A Gang. But I've Survived Ten Years Of Catholic School, And I Will Cut You Off At Your Knees Without A Blink. Do You Understand?

No One Looks Like Fang-dark And Still And Dangerous, Like He's Daring You To Set Him Off. But I'd Seen Him Rocking Angel When She'd Hurt Herself; I'd Seen Him Smile In His Sleep; I'd Seen The Deep, Darkl Ight In His Eyes As He Leaned Over Me... ~max; "max"; Page 24