Kitten." His voice was thick with something I couldn't name. "This is the part... where you don't have a choice.

Don't fret, Grannie. We're going to a Bible retreat to scare the devil out of her

Don't kiss me like a woman if you're going to treat me like a child.

People frequently bore me, sometimes amuse me, most often irritate me, but rarely intrigue me.

Catherine! Get out of my way. I need to have a word with that thing." Since she usually called Bones "filthy animal", I assumed "thing" meant Ian.

But-but…” Timmie’s eyes couldn’t get any wider. “Why did you tell her I’m your boyfriend? Why doesn’t she know about your real one?” That was a good question. I cast around for an answer. Any answer. “He’s English!” I settled on desperately. “And Mom…Mom hates foreigners!

Ask me if I sparkle and I’ll kill you where you stand.” (Bones)