Hope: I’m stubborn.
Landon: You’re determined.
Hope: I’m short-tempered.
Landon: You’re passionate.
Hope: Why do you keep making my flaws sound so attractive?
Landon: What flaws?
Landon: What do you think about our love?
Hope: Try counting the stars in the sky.
Landon [sadly]: So, a waste of time?
Hope: What? God, no. I meant it's infinite.
Hope: You know that letter you wrote when you admitted you had feelings for me? I'm going to need that back. I want proof that someone can actually like me.
Landon: But everyone else had a crush on you too.
Hope: I know, but I don’t really care about everyone else.