This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.

Flattery will get you everywhere," Sam says, "Except, apparently, off a roof.

I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.

Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.

I’m Lila, and yes, he’s crazy. But you must have noticed that before now. He was crazy back when I knew him, and he’s obviously gotten crazier over time.

Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.

He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.