He seemed determines, his resolve unwavering. This would take tact. Prudence. Possible Milk Duds.

Where you just possessed?" Cookie asked after a long moment, awe softening her voice. "'Cause let me tell you, sweetheart, if that was possession, I'm selling my soul.

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

There is a great need for a sarcasm font.

She's like a hurricane on crystal meth.

My powers of persuasion are only as strong as the bullshit I have to back it up. - Charley Davidson

Man, I want to be someone's forbidden fruit." "Well, you are pretty fruity.