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

And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.

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

I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.

You've got a thing for Donovan Caine. You have ever since you killed Ingles, his partner, and he went all dogged and determined on you.

Quite a crowd tonight, Gin. Usually, it's just you and Finn." I shrugged. "What can I say? I seem to attract minions wherever I go these days. Kind of like the Pied Piper." Behind me, Finn huffed out his displeasure. "Minion? I am most certainly not a mere minion. Head minion, perhaps. At the very least.

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