So, your dad's hot." "Thanks. He was that way when I met him, so I can't really take credit.

The Subject has really blue eyes that twinkle when he looks at someone like she's maybe a little bit insane.

Kat picked up a folder labeled Senior. "What are these? Bank records?" She did a double take, looking at Hale. "Did your dad really pay two million dollars to the campaign to elect Ross Perot?" "I..." Hale said, stumbling for words and thumbing through another file. "Wow. I guess my cousin Charlotte isn't really my cousin." "Don't worry," Kat said. "It looks like there might be a kid in Queens who is.

It was epic. It was awkward. It was epically awkward.

That's for me to know, and for you to find out.

How'd you get in here?" She raised her eyebrows. “You pick pockets.” Kat watched his hand fly to his back pocket. “I can pick locks. Looking for this?” she asked, holding up his wallet. “Oops. Maybe I can pick pockets too.

There are some secrets we keep because we can't bear to let them out and some because it's better to keep them in.