Out of Control

You love me,” he said. “That’s all I need to know.” “You always say the right thing,” Savannah told him, her eyes so filled with love that he almost wept. “Sometimes it takes you awhile to get to it, but you always get there, and what you say is always worth waiting for.

I’m going to carry you now,” he told her, “so we can move even faster. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Any response from you is unnecessary and unwelcome.

Savannah, I’ve been talking my ass off for more than an hour now, telling you shit no one’s ever heard anything about, hoping that I’ll say something, Jesus God, anything that will convince you to have sex with me.

If you want, I can carry you—” “I’m fine,” she said shortly. “Let’s go.” He’d said that wrong. He should have said, “I want to carry you.

Do you think,” she said, “instead of having sex, we could make love?” “I’d love that,” Ken whispered.

This wasn't Weirdville, this was fricking Wonderland. Alice here was all grow up, but she was still chowing down on too much of that psychedelic mushroom.

Forget about writing to Penthouse. This one was going to be a story for their grandkids.

I love you a ten. - Savannah to Ken

You know, Savannah, if you cry, I won’t tell anyone,’ Ken said quietly. ‘I promise.

What’s the point of complaining. It just makes the people around you feel bad too." - Savannah

I wanted to fall in love with you -- a number ten kind of love -- and I pretty much convinced myself that I had. But that was stupid, because love doesn't work that way. You've got to be really lucky to get a ten at first sight. but that's what I wanted with you. - Ken to Savannah.

She was going to let him in, going to give him everything he so desperately wanted, and take more form him than he'd probably dreamed he was capable of giving. - Molly to 'Jones'/Grady