He snarled at me. "This isn't over yet, Betsy." "Excellent," I said. "I would also have accepted 'You haven't seen the last of me' and 'You'll regret this'.

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

I trudged around on the muddy river bottom for half an hour, patiently waiting to drown, before giving up and slogging my way back to shore.

You have attained maturity; display it for us, if you please.

Never, EVER give up. Not ever. Not EVER. Ever EVER!

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

We have souls. Sure we do. Otherwise we'd do bad things all the time. You know, like politicians.