Cappie: Need a drink? Casey: I could use about a million drinks, I’ve been running around all night Cappie: Well, what do you want? You want a spot of hooch? Casey: Actually, I brought my own. Cappie: Nice flask. Casey: Oh, I’m sorry. I crossed the line. I didn’t-didn’t mean… Cappie: Apology accepted. Casey: Um…to a long and meaningful friendship. Cappie: Right. To friendship.
"He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it—how many stars she’d give it and why."