You're Excuses Are So Lame They're Limping.

So, You’re Hitting On Clare The Fair.” “i’m Not Hitting On Her. I’m Exploring The Possibility Of Seeing Her On Social Terms.” “he’s Hitting On Her,” Owen Said Around A Mouthful Of Chips. “you’ve Still Got That Thing You Had For Her Back In High School. Are You Still Writing Bad Song Lyrics About Heartbreak?” “suck Me. And They Weren’t That Bad.” “yeah, They Were,” Ryder Disagreed. “but At Least Now We Don’t Have To Listen To You Playing Your Keyboard And Howling Them Down The Hall.

Men Didn't Respect Beauty...they Used It.

Some Things In Life Are Out Of Your Control. You Can Make It A Party Or A Tragedy.

He Decided There Was No Point In Telling Her He'd Looked In The Fridge And Seen None Of These Things. There'd Just Be Some Variation Of His Mother's Standard Crack About Male Refrigeration Blindness Syndrome.

When You Find Somebody You Love, All The Way Through, And She Loves You—even With Your Weaknesses, Your Flaws, Everything Starts To Click Into Place. And If You Can Talk To Her, And She Listens, If She Makes You Laugh, And Makes You Think, Makes You Want, Makes You See Who You Really Are, And Who You Are Is Better, Just Better With Her, You’d Be Crazy Not To Want To Spend The Rest Of Your Life With Her. (carter Maguire)