They weren't moving. Perhaps I was dazzling then with my ineptitude. It had happened before.

Can you burn me up with holy water? Poke me to death with your crucifix? Pelt me with communion wafers?

I'm in a Road Runner cartoon, Sinclair. And I'm the coyote.

Never let your fiend off his leash unless there's lots of room to run (and no people around).

Fredrika Bimm, what do you think you're doing?" "Freaking out. Losing my mind. Thinking about snapping your husband's spine. Squashing the urge to vomit. Wishing I had died at childbirth." "Oh, you say that when you don't get a prize in your Lucky Charms.

Zombieland reference," Jon said, nodding. "How do you know that? That's a thousand-year-old reference!" I looked at laura. "I can't think of a single movie from a thousand years ago." "Uh...Betsy..." "Don't say it." You know how you don't know how stupid something is until you hear yourself say it? That happened to me a lot.

Back off, boys. You don't want to mess with an out-of-work secretary. We're real testy.