She was an idiot. An adorable, gorgeous, feisty, funny, sweet, sexy idiot.

You realise you’re going to owe me dinner after this, right?”“How does McDonald’s sound?”“Inadequate.

If I let you go are you going to hit me again?”“What do you think?”“Then I’m not going to let you go.

She didn’t sound overjoyed. She didn’t sound even slightly joyed.

Put me down, I’m too heavy.”“You’re small enough to fit in my pocket.

He couldn’t just come right out with it, could he? No, that would scare her off. He had to be subtle, build up to it. Explain himself. “I love you.” Of course, straight to the point was also an effective strategy.

Is there somebody out there? Amy, is that you?” her mother called.“No. Tell me this isn’t happening.” Quinn rested his forehead against hers. “Has she got a wiretap on you or something? I swear, she’s like a walking hard-on detector.”Amy bit her lip, trying not to laugh. Quinn levered himself up on his arms.“Mrs. P., if you value your life, you’ll go back inside and turn off the light right now.

Three Denises wobbled in front of her, all of them watching her with fond concern. “You’re a sweetie. I appreciate you cheering me on from the sidelines. But I think I need to go to the bathroom now and throw up.

Just leave me alone, I want to be alone,” she said when Jack tried to open the car door. She hit the lock, and wound the window up. Since the roof was down, it was a fairly pointless exercise.