You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

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

Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give me mouth-to-mouth, just to make sure.

The band geek has liquor?

I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.

Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said. “This was a Fiona Fine original.

Can you play the piano like Beethoven? Or sing like Carly Simon? Can you take fie pages' worth of quotes and turn them into a usable story ten minutes before deadline? I don't think so, unless you have more hidden talents I don't know about. We all have our special sills. They don't make us better or worse than each other. Just different