Mmmm, Kate, the Chief of Security. Sexy. Who better to guard my body then the woman who owns it?" "Curran, I will punch you.

I had the metabolism of a hummingbird on crack.

I’d signed six things and my stack wasn’t getting any smaller. It was like the paperwork was breeding while I worked.

When in doubt, poke the beehive with a stick to see if anything interesting flies out. I clapped my hands. 'I had no idea Pit teams had such pretty cheerleaders. Can you do it again, but with more spirit this time?

Your date appears to be hysterical," Rene told me. "You think I should slap some man into him?

You look like Curran. You have that pissy exasperated look on your face.

Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork?" "Yep." "Is he carrying the moon on his pitchfork?" "Nope it's a pie.