SAM: I think I love you.
QUINN: Wh-?
SAM: Look, my shoulder’s healed, and I’ll be the quarterback again soon. And you’re already the head cheerleader…
QUINN: Oh my god, are you proposing? We’ve known each other for six weeks! Stand up, you’re freaking me out.
SAM: I want to marry you - someday. Until then, will you accept this promise ring?
QUINN: What are you, six?
SAM: If you accept, this ring will symbolize my promise to you to be true. To never pressure you to do anything more than kiss. To listen to your problems. To tell you when you have food in your teeth or eye gunk. To come over to your house whenever you need something super heavy moved around. I promise to make you feel proud when you point down the hall and say, ‘That dude’s my boyfriend.’ I promise to do all of those things… without ever trying to sound like Matthew McConaughey. I really care about you, Quinn, and I want us to be together.
- she shuts the box -
SAM: Is that a no?
QUINN: It’s a maybe.
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