“(After Kitty's trip to Castroville)
Kitty: I did go there thinking that if I could find any dirt on you at all, it would be buried in your home town.
Robert: You can bury dirt? How does that work exactly?
Kitty: But instead I found out that I'm really screwed up here because I'm falling in love with a saint.
Robert: You what?
Kitty: Mm, nothing, no I just said that you're this incredibly perfect saint-like saint.
Robert: Well most saints are saint-like but we'll get to that in a minute, you're what?
Kitty: (Mumbling quietly) Oh, I just said that I was falling in love with you.”