"I'm no good at picking up dames, that's for damn sure. But no one ever made me so nervous, and that's gotta mean something, Buck, if nothing else I'm feeling does. Every time I see her, I feel like my stomach is trying to digest itself. Any time she starts talking, I can't pull my attention off what she's saying, even if she's spouting some nonsense that randomly popped in her head, it becomes the most important information in the world. And God forbid she smiles at me, cause that just means I'll stumble on my words and make myself look like a damn fool while trying to breathe properly, and she'll just laugh and keep talking like I didn't just embarrass myself worse than Bobby Crow did in third grade when he tried to flirt with the teacher." "Hate to break it to ya pal, but you aren't just crushing hard on her. You love her."