My head is full of these.

Day (290)

Summer: We’ve been like Sid and Nancy for months now. 
Tom: Summer, Sid stabbed Nancy, seven times with a kitchen knife, I mean we have some disagreements but I hardly think I’m Sid Vicious. 
Summer: No, I’m Sid. 
Tom: Oh, so I’m Nancy… 
[Pancakes arrive] 
Summer: Let’s just eat and we’ll talk about it later. [Eating] Mmm, that is good, I’m really glad we did this. I love these pancakes… what? 
[Tom gets up and walks away from the table] 
Summer: Tom, don’t go! You’re still my best friend!

Day (154):

Tom: It’s official. I’m in love with Summer. 
[While montage of Summer plays] 
Tom: I love her smile. I love her hair. I love her knees. I love how she licks her lips before she talks. I love her heart-shaped birthmark on her neck. I love it when she sleeps. 

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Day (322):

Tom: I hate Summer. [Montage of Summer] I hate her crooked teeth. I hate her 1960s haircut. I hate her knobby knees. I hate her cockroach-shaped splotch on her neck. I hate the way she smacks her lips before she talks. I hate the way she sounds when she laughs. 
[Fade to black as Swayze’s “She’s Like the Wind” plays briefly] 
Tom: I HATE THIS SONG! 
Bus Driver: [Open to Tom standing while bus comes to a sudden stop] Sir, you need to get off the bus. 

When everything’s coming your way, you’re probably in the wrong lane. 

The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

Since it’s the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late. 

Just accept that some days you’re the pigeon, and some days you’re the statue. 

The sooner you fall behind, the more time you’ll have to catch up. 

Smile, and the world will smile with you. Laugh, and they’ll all think you’re on drugs. 

He who hesitates is not only lost, but miles from the next exit. 

Procrastinate now, don’t put it off. 

Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.