"Sam, you know the Princess Bride and you don't mind me talking about Indiana Jones for hours or showing you the really gross pictures from Biology. And you're not scared to be around me with guns and you get into trouble with me and you get private beaches so we can spend time together. And I'm prety sure your car is alive and you wear really dorky pirate shirts and don't care. And you're really not smooth at all but I don't care because-" Coraline said for once in her life not asking a single question. There was no question about any of that. Sam was, by far, the best friend she could have ever had but she didn't just want that not if there was a chance they could be something more. And if it didn't work out, she wouldn't let it change them at all. "-because you're my best friend and you have a chance okay, a really big one. Well, I mean less of a chance and more of a certainty."

Coraline waited for a moment, always impatient before sighing and rolling her eyes. "You're an idiot Sam Witwicky," Coraline said before pulling Sam's arm and body towards her before kissing him firmly on the lips.