I want us to be... what is your word? Friends." "Psychotic rapists don't have friends." "I was unaware you were a psychotic rapists or I would not have offered." (Mac & V'lane)

Strength wasn‘t about being able to do everything alone. Strength was knowing when to ask for help and not being too proud to do it.

For the record, Irish," he informed her tightly, just in case she got the wrong idea, "I kneel to no one.

Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped

Then why was his tongue in your mouth? Was he conducting a clinical test of your gag reflex?" He smiled, but not nicely. "How is your gag reflex, Ms. Lane? Are you a hair trigger?" Barrons likes to use sexual innuendo to try to shut me up. I think he expects the well-raised southern belle in me will think eew and back off. Sometimes, I do think eew, but I don't back off. "I'm a spitter, if that's what you're asking." I flashed him a too-sweet smile. "Didn't look that way to me. I think you're a swallower. His tongue was halfway to China and you were still taking it." "Jealous?

No way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons. It's not your pen.

Please tell me we don't grow up and turn into the adults that drive us crazy.