I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.
Kiss the kids, and then you and I can celebrate eleven years of in-your-face-we-made-it.
Cuando estamos solos eres perfecto. Somos perfectos. Pero entonces permites que todo el mundo lo arruine. No espero que huyas de todo, pero tienes que elegir tus batallas. No puedes pelear cada vez que alguien me mire.
Who says it’s all of a sudden?
Just let me be nice to you.
As tired as I was, it was difficult to stop watching her.
He exhaled with a deep, contented sigh, speaking in a hushed voice. “I love you, Abby. I’m going to make you happy, I swear it.
It looks like Vegas threw up on a flock of vultures.
Holy flippindip! It’s colder than a frog’s ass in January!
I leaned over to whisper in Brock’s ear. “I just want you to know I’m a big fan, even though you’re kind of a prick and a cheat. So don’t take it personally when you get KTFO’d tonight.
Abby’s expression made me falter; she was afraid of what she’d just seen. She swallowed, and took a step back. Her fear only made me more angry, not at her, but because I was ashamed of myself.
What do you want from me? I keep telling you I don’t care about this secret. I’m telling you I want you. I don’t know what else to say to convince you.
I’m just so bwessed.
Sweet potato fries?
I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve such a wonderful gift, and I wasn’t sure if it was insolent, but I thanked God for fallen angels.
You can love someone without wanting to be with them. Just like you can want to be with someone before you love them.
My front door had seen jean skirts, dresses, even a see-through tube dress over a string bikini. A handful of times, spackled-on makeup and glitter lotion. Never pajamas.
The only woman I’d ever wanna marry just broke my heart...
The only thing I’m afraid of is a life without you, Pigeon.
Ugh! Why can’t Hell stay where it’s at? Why does it always have to break loose?
I had died and woken up in High School Musical.