Author’s Note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially you Jenny Beckman. Bitch.

Rachel: Look, I know you think she was the one, but I don’t. Now, I think you’re just remembering the good stuff. Next time you look back, I, uh, I really think you should look again.

Narrator: If Tom had learned anything… it was that you can’t ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence, that’s all anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence… Tom had finally learned, there are no miracles. There’s no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be. He knew, he was sure of it now.

Tom: You don’t want to be named as anybody’s girlfriend, and now you’re someone’s wife?

Summer: I just… I just woke up one day and I knew.
Tom: Knew what?
Summer: What I was never sure of with you.

Vance: [reading a card that Tom has written] Roses are red, violets are blue… Fuck you, whore!

Tom: Do you ever do this, you think back on all the times you’ve had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again and you look for those first signs of trouble?

Tom: It’s these cards and the movies and the pop songs, they’re to blame for all lies and the heartache, everything.

Narrator: Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memory made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life.

Tom: What happens if you fall in love?
Summer: Well, you don’t believe that, do you?
Tom: It’s love. It’s not Santa Claus.

Tom: Look, we don’t have to put a label on it. That’s fine. I get it. But, you know, I just… I need some consistency.
Summer: I know.
Tom: I need to know that you’re not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently.
Summer: And I can’t give you that. Nobody can.

Tom: Either she’s an evil, emotionless, miserable human being, or… she’s a robot.

McKenzie: Hey, don’t you have like 20 cards to write by Friday?
Tom: Nope, all done.
McKenzie: Really? Well, could you help me with mine? Because I’m running out of ways to say “Congratulations”. So far, I’ve got: “Congrats”, “Good job” and “Well done”.
Tom: Hmmm. How about…”Every day you make me proud. But today you get a card.”
McKenzie: Shit, that’s good!
Tom: I know.

Summer: I like being on my own. Relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. Who needs it? We’re young. We live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Might as well have fun while we can and save the serious stuff for later.