I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?

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

This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised

The band geek has liquor?

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?