You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.

I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

The band geek has liquor?

Keep the change, Gin," McCallister said in a smarmy, mocking voice. "Consider it an early Christmas present." "Aw," I drawled. "A whopping thirteen cents. You're too kind, Jonah. Why, you'd put Ebezener Scrooge to shame with your bighearted generosity.

Finn did what he always did when confronted by an angry woman—he checked out her boobs.

Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.