What's next? If there are vampires in there, they probably drink artificial blood plasma substitute.

Simon: Anyone ever tell you your sense of timing really sucks? Derek: That's why I don't play the drums. Now what's up?

He said "cool" like I say a Spanish word when I'm not sure of the pronunciation.

What's wrong?" I didn't say a word." Something's up. What is it?" Nothing." His head turned, gaze going to mine. "Yeah?" Yes." A snort and he returned to his bowl.

Uh-uh" Clay drawled above me, "Elena's played with you long enough, Its my turn

How long could we do this before you started bitching?" Simon said as we turned down another street of apartment buildings. "What?" "We've been walking for two days now, and you haven't complained once. It's damned annoying, you know." I looked at him. "If you don't complain, then I can't complain. Not without sounding like a whiny little snot.

when times are tough, the weak bail and the tough get creative.