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.

I don't belong here. It doesn't matter, because even if I don't belong in this place, she's here and I want to be where she is.

[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.