We'll start firing till they drop or we drop.

KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please." With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

What's going on?" Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. "Why're you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?

You get lazy, you get sad. Start givin' up. Plain and simple.

Yeah, you're a regular Mozart...well, except for the whole music thing.

Things are really weird around here, and most of us don't know everything. Half of everything.

Minho looked at Thomas, a serious expression on his face. "If I don't see you on the other side," he said in a sappy voice, "remember that I love you.