We’ll be f r i e n d s.
-If you muck me about, Dexter…
-Em, I swear. I swear I won’t.
-Lead me on, or let me down, or go behind my back, I will murder you.
"You know what? I don’t feel protected. You try living for 15 years thinking that you’re one person, and then in five minutes, you find out you’re a princess. Just in case I wasn’t enough of a freak already, let’s add a tiara!"
Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ve had today. And if we should bump into each other sometime in the future, well that’s fine too, we’ll be friends.