This is the day we met. You were down by the surf. I couldjust make you out in the distance. I remember being drawn to you even then. I thought, ''Wow, how odd. I'm drawn to someone's back.''

— It's amazing. It's beautiful. How did you do that?
— I know your face so well, I could have done it with my eyes closed.

Why the hell did you tell me that you liked me? Answer me, because I didn't like you saying that at all. You can't just walk up to a woman you barely know and tell her you like her. You... You can't. You can't do that. You don't know what she's going through. Or what she's feeling.

— Maybe you're not my type, Nicole.
— We're alone on an island. Trust me, I'm your type.

— Like him?
— Yes, maybe. Actually, I still don't know. I wonder...
— If you do, that means you like him.

Shows you the kind of world we live in. Love is illegal, but not hate. That you can do anywhere, anytime, to anybody. But if you want a little warmth, a shoulder to cry on, a smile to cuddle up with... you have to hide in dark corners like a criminal. Pfui!