"Hmph yourself. You should be happier. We're getting married." * * * He sniffled, taking off his glasses to clean them. "I bet the beach doesn't do it."
She laughed as they parked, opening the door. "Which is why we're getting married." * * * "It's pronounced Al-ro."
“That’s all of my love. I can’t help it.” *** He squinted at her. “...I know the beach would never make you cry.”
"Supposedly not. Marriage doesn't equal an amount of love." *** "I would cry because you think I love the beach."
“You can back out, you know. I don’t have to be Valerie Rhodes.” *** “You can fall in love with the beach. I won’t be hurt.”
"Hm.. I would still call you Valerie Cooper.." *** "I could never fall in love with the beach the same way you fell in love with.. uh.. teaching."