Andrea raised her hand. “This is the hand that slapped Aunt B.” “Maybe you should have it gold-plated.” “Here, you can touch it, since you’re my best friend.

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

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

Julie was an issue riding on an issue and using a third issue for a whip.

Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I can live with.

We should clap or something." Curran said. "She's trying so hard.

I don't know if you heard, but I kind of run this place.