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.

The band geek has liquor?

You won't hurt me. I know you won't." Logan said. "How can you be so sure?" I whispered. "Because you're that Gypsy girl, and I'm the bad-boy Spartan. And I think it's time we were finally together, don't you?

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

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

Finn regarded pesky little things like wedding bands, engagement rings, and jealous, hulking menfolk more as amusing challenges than immovable obstacles that could be hazardous to his health.

I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.