No rest for the wicked, Bob, and that means that we can't slack off either, or they'll outwork us.

We are not going to die." Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.

Are you always a smartass?' Nope. Sometimes I'm asleep.

Whenever you've got a choice, do good, kiddo. It isn't always fun or easy, but in the long run it makes your life better.

Molly was arrested. Possession.” I blinked at him. “She was possessed?

There's a fine line between audacity and idiocy.

Your face looks like a sack of purple potatoes