The real tragedy of the film was that you had to get up half-way through to put in the second VHS. Never forget.
You just don’t like him.
The guy bugs me, I don’t know what it is.
He went on determinedly. “To tell you of my feelings first before I showed them. To write poetry for you-“
“You don’t even like poetry,” Tessa said, her voice catching, a half laugh of relief.
“No. But you make me want to write it. Does that not count for anything?”
-Jem and Tessa, Clockwork Prince