- Amber: Buy me flowers. Make me a card. I don't need you to make me your community service project. I need you to dance with me. That was okay, wasn't it?
- Clay: Yes.
- Amber: Clay, I know it's in you. I know it. Flatter me. Excite me. Sweep me off my feet. Tell me I'm the most attractive woman you've ever seen even if you don't really mean it. I don't care.
- Clay: Lie to you?
- Amber: Exactly. A normal date.
- Clay: I've wasted a lot of words. I don't want to waste any more.
- Amber: On me. Oh you're scoring all kinds of points.
- Clay: It's not about scoring points.
- Amber: I'm sorry. That's right. It's about red-yellow-green.
- Amber: When the jar is full, I know I have enough.
- Clay: For what?
- Amber: To get far enough away if I need to. Make a fresh start. Go where the wind takes me. Follow the warm fuzzies.
- Clay: Life isn't just warm fuzzies.
- Amber: It isn't just rules either, religiouso... And besides, it's how I ended up here. I hit empty on County Line Road."
- Clay: You're kidding me. You just packed your car full of everything you owned and started driving until you ran out of gas?
- Amber: I'm not going to live back there anymore, Clay. And I'm not going to tell you a bunch of bad things about him to try to make myself feel less responsible. I can't blame him for my decision. And you can't either. But this is who I am.
- Clay: There was... something. A sense. Like a voice but...
- Amber: You hear voices?
- Clay: No, not like real... Wait.
- Amber: What?
- Clay: Shhh. There it is again. A whisper. It's telling me... it's telling me something about you!
- Amber: I'm serious. Tell me more about all of this.
- Clay: I can't explain it. Still. Even now. It's not easy to put into words without sounding like a crazy person.
- Aunt Zella: Ask her to go to church with ya sometime.
- Clay: Thank you, Aunt Zella.
- Amber: You go to church?
- Clay: Not much anymore. I did.
- Aunt Zella: The people there weren't perfect, so he felt out of place.
- Amber: Is that what made you change?
- Clay: It wasn't one big thing. It was more like a lot of small things that added up. And that book didn't help much. Sometimes I wish I'd never opened it at all.
- Amber: Why?
- Clay: Once I read it for myself, I couldn't make fun of it anymore. Maybe someone else could, but I couldn't. I felt accountable for the first time in my life.