Look, my dad has a saying - we'll burn that bridge when get to it. OK? You get it? Worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

What if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?

Unreal. I'm feeling nostalgic for something that happened less than twenty-four hours ago. This has got to be a record.

If I think she' hot and it turns out she's a psychopath, then what does that say about me? I'm totally not ready for that kind of therapy.

He moved to run a hand through her cornrows, then pulled back remembering the one time he's tried that-Connie had lectured him on the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not touch thy black girlfriend's hair. Ever.

[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.

Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They'll just spring on you like a ninja.