So …” Jack clears his throat. “We …”
Is Jack Coombs at a loss for words? I guess we don’t have to worry about the performance since the world is clearly going to end.

We’ve been focusing so much on getting there that we haven’t been enjoying the ride

Jack throws his hands up. “Okay, is this some kind of a joke? Seriously, you are being the voice of reason here? I can’t handle this. Please start freaking out.

I remembered reading somewhere that if you smile at something, it automatically makes you happier.

And Nate? You kiss like a slobbering dog, you have bad breath, and you wouldn't know how to punch the right buttons on a girl if we came with manuals. Happy Thanksgiving, Jackass.

I, Lexi Anderson, am proud to say that I do, indeed, have a great personality.
And it's only a matter of time before the Beautiful People will be wishing they had great personalities, too.
Good luck with that, oh Beautiful Ones.
Because we Great Girls are the rarest breed.