Brit: What's your major?

Alex: Chemistry. And yours?

Brit: Chemistry. Kiss me so we can see if we still have it. 'Cause you own my heart, my soul, and everything else in between.

[about her offer of a Swedish massage]
Alex: You're not Swedish.
Brittany: Yeah, well, neither are you. So if I do it wrong you'll never know the difference.

You're so critical. Oh, God, I'd do anything for you to stop blaming me for every little thing that goes wrong. Love me for who I am. Love Shelley for who she is. Stop focusing on the bad stuff because life is just too damn short.

Since you came back from summer break, our entire relationship is about fooling around. We never talk anymore, and I'm sick of feeling guilty for not ripping my clothes off and spreading my legs to prove I love you.

I wonder if it's medically possible to be addicted to another human being.

Music is my drug, the one thing that makes me numb.