Aha," Andrea said. "I'm going to ignore that you just referred to yourself as 'sugar woogums'.

What is wrong with you? Many, many things.

Just reflecting on the fact that when the Universe punches you in the teeth, it never just lets you fall down. It kicks you in the ribs a couple of times and dumps mud on your head.

Every time I think you’ve reached the limits of arrogance, you show me new heights. Truly, your egotism is like the Universe—ever expanding.

Nice plan. Take the gullible outsiders, walk them around for a bit, then feed them to the giant tortoise.

I think I've been rather reasonable about this whole situation." "How do you figure?" "They are still breathing, aren't they?

Cute. I think I would prefer to be stabbed in the eye rather than be called cute.