That's when I heard the sounds of a certified genius spinning around in circles like a dog chasing its tail.

If he'd looked like a cross between Mr. Clooney and, say, one of the hobbits, I probably would have been far more capable of coherent thought.

You know you're smarter than all of them, right?" Hale said flatly. "In fact, if you wanted to PROVE it..." He glanced at the blackjack tables. Simon shook his head. "I don't count cards, Hale." "Don't?" Hale smiled. "Or won't? You know, technically, it's not illegal." "But it's frowned upon." Sweat beaded at Simon's brow. He sounded like someone had just suggested he swim after eating... run with scissors... "It is SERIOUSLY frowned upon.

If you don't want to be a victim, don't act like one.

tonight it taco night" -rachel (cam's mom)

Hey I bruise," Hale said. "Also, you are freakishly strong.

...there was no such thing as curses. People make and break their own fortunes -they are the masters of their own fate.