I had forgotten that talking to you is like trying to pet a cactus." Saiman said dryly. "Thank you for reminding me." "Always happy to oblige.

Give me a few minutes.” “You have time.” He sat in the grass. “Are you just going to sit there and watch me?” “Yes. Watching pretty peasant girls is what we poor little rich boys do best.” “Peasant?” He shrugged. “You started the name calling.

He said “woman” in the same way I’d say “Mmmmm, yummy chocolate” after waking up from hunger pains and finding a Hershey bar in an empty refrigerator.

I looked at the canine companion. “Me cookies. You stay.

She had wailed loudly enough to wake the dead and make them call the cops.

If a cultural reference flies over a man's head, does it make a sound if nobody else gets it.

If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody." Of course, Raphael might like that.