I don't think there is a right or wrong anymore. Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

I was just kidding, shuck-face," Minho said. "Let's all go over there. She could have an army of psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers." "Psycho girl ninjas?" Newt repeated, his voice showing he was surprised, if not annoyed, by Minho's additude.

Whatever had happened to him [Newt] out there — maybe even related to his lingering ankle injury — had been truly awful.

What would I do without you? I'd die of stress and depression before nature killed me.

Dude, you tried to slice my you-know-what's off!" Thomas laughed, something that he hadn't done in a long time. He welcomed it happily. "Too bad I didn't. Could've saved the world from future little Minhos.

I don't give a crap if you're a Tangent or a really smart llama. You're my friend and that's all that matters

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?