Okay, I'll strip. I'll tap dance. I'll sing 'La Cucaracha' in C minor.

I did that thing where you scratch your eyebrow and flip someone off at the same time. I'm good at multitasking like that.

I knew dating the son of Satan would turn out badly

I noticed you tore down Donovan's house." He lifted his gaze until it locked with mine. "He's alive because he left town. His house chose to stay. It paid the price.

Dude,” I said, leaning over the desk, “I’m about as psychic as a carrot.

I do not," I felt oddly appalled by her statement. "I'm an excellent liar. Ask my dentist. He swears I floss regularly.

Somebody has to be sane during regular business hours, and it's not going to be me, missy.