This was Dante's. Crazy was what we had for breakfast when we ran out of Corn Flakes

Is there anyone in this apartment who hasn’t seen me naked?” I demanded, grabbing the sheet and the phone. “I genuinely hope so, Cassandra.

I have to fix this,” I told him, as clearly and calmly as I could. “If you want to help me, then help me. Don’t shield me, don’t protect me, don’t bury me alive. Help me .

One day, you will say it to me again. You will be sober. And you will mean it.

Mr. Complete Lack of Sympathy

The Lord Protector and his hair got off the elevator.

Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room.