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

Don't you agree, fuzzball?

Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.

Now, back to my vacation idea.” Finn grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth. “Just think about it. You, Owen, me, and Bria, all happily ensconced in a swanky hotel by a beautiful beach. Bria in a bikini. You and Owen doing your own thing, Bria in a bikini. Did I mention Bria in a bikini?

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

Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die.

Have I ever told you how scary it is that you think of heels in terms of their possible shiv potential?