[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.

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.

I'm not starting any fights. I might finish one though.

I'm poor, not homeless.

Don't ever pity me.

Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other that the fact that I want to be near her.