Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

Don't you agree, fuzzball?

I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.

Any chance of getting something sweet to go with my coffee?” [Finn] asked in a hopeful voice. I arched an eyebrow at him. “You mean all those pieces of strawberry pie that you ate for lunch weren't enough?” “I’m a growing boy,” Finn said in a sincere tone. “I need my vitamins.” Bria snorted. “The only thing that’s growing on you, Lane, is your ego.” Finn sidled up to my sister and gave her a dazzling smile. “Well, other things of mine also tend to swell up in your presence, detective.

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

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