Tom : What happens if you fall in love? Summer : Well, you don't believe that, do you? Tom : It's love. It's not Santa Claus. Tom : It's official. I'm in love with Summer. I love her smile. I love her hair. I love her knees. I love how she licks her lips before she talks. I love her heart-shaped birthmark on her neck. I love it when she sleeps. Partygoer : So Tom, what is it that you do? Tom : I uh, I write greeting cards. Summer : Tom could be a really great architect if he wanted to be. Partygoer : That's unusual, I mean, what made you go from one to the other? Tom : I guess I just figured, why make something disposable like a building when you can make something that lasts forever, like a greeting card.