If I need romance, that's what Netflix is for.

Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?

Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. "And your father?" he demanded, extending the sword. He didn't yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.

Sure thing, Gumdrop. -Scott

Listen, Patch, I don’t want to be rude, but—” “Sure you do.” “Well, you started it!” Lovely. Very mature.

Boys like girls who look like...girls.

Father' is such an arbitary word. Douche bag, on the other hand.