Our nannas are losers.
I'm not actually sure I'm grown-up enough for grown-up books.
Moving makes you feel all alone inside.
Can't we be friends?' I hate your guts, Frankovitch' Can't our guts be friends?
Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except, I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.
Sometimes I think he’s the kind of friend that grownups call a ‘fair-weather friend.’ That means when everything’s going smoothly, he’s the best friend a guy could want. But as soon as something goes wrong…(he) sort of turns on you.