I chuckled to myself and kept walking. The Universe had proven Curran wrong: a person who aggravated him more than me did, in fact, exist.

If a man takes you to a restaurant of his choosing, don’t compliment him. Rave about the quality of the food and he’ll be thrilled, because he took you there.

And men my prophet wail deride!

You should name him Fezzik." "Inconceivable.

It a dude and a girl, and the house and wooo scary things happen and then they kill everything.

I wondered if kicking him in the head would make the whole explanation pop out of his mouth in one chunk.

In there?' She nodded. 'You want us to go into the tortoise?' Another nod. 'It's alive.' Another nod.