I could have gone to medical school, I said. Except for all the math and stuff.

It's inappropriate for the queen of the dead to be afraid of ghosts.

You'll pay," she said stonily. "You won't be like this by this time tomorrow." "Bored and pissed off? God, I hope not.

Here I am, just wandering down a deserted street in the middle of the night. I hope I don't run into any trouble. Goodness, that would just ruin my whole evening." I strolled and hummed, trying to project Innocent Victim.

I'm rubber and you're glue," I told Satan, " and everything that bounces of me sticks to you.

Has anyone ever told you that you lack focus?

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