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

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

Always take the most unexpected route

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

Gin! Gin, are you here?” “Right behind you,” I said. Finn shrieked and whirled around. I winced at the high-pitched sound. “Dammit, woman.” He clutched the folder to his chest. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?

You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.

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