Trust in Advertising

I won’t lie to you. We aren’t going to ride off into the sunset together and have everything fixed overnight. I know that, and I think you do too. But I’m willing to work at it, if you are. I do love you. I mean that with every cell in my body, every breath that I take. I think you’re worth it. I think we’re worth it. I think you could be the great love of my life, Vincent Drake.

While she was light and sunshine, he was nothing but clouds and darkness.

A good heart attack or a bad heart attack?

You better call me the second he steps off that elevator.

Go ahead, look at the message. You know you want to.” “No, it doesn’t matter.” “Then why do you keep staring at it like it’s the last piece of food on earth?

I’ll tell Sean you said he was hot’…’I said he was a rat bastard with the potential to be hot!

I can’t do this with you, Vincent.” Lexi stepped back, putting some distance between them. “We belong together.” There was no doubt, no question in his voice, as he said the words, only utter certainty.

My life is better with you in it.

I want you to know everything about me, Lexi, to see inside me, beyond my gruff arrogance, beyond the hurt and loneliness, to the man underneath it all.There are things about me no one knows, but I want to share them with you.

Are you in the middle of something important, or can I grab you for a few minutes.’…..’Mr. Drake, I don’t think that would be appropriate.

You’re smart and witty. You’re so talented and really have an eye for advertising. Trust in that, and trust in the person who interviewed you today to see that about you.

It helps me keep things in perspective, and sometimes it helps me forget. Whenever I think things are too much, I come here. No matter what is going on or how bad it seems, when I sit on this bench, I’m reminded that the water continues to flow, the waves keep crashing on the shore, and life goes on around me.

What’s wrong? And why are you knocking on my door with your forehead?