... friends are such a mixed blessing.

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

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'.

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

I've been stabbed before. Barely a week ago, in fact. AND I've been audited, AND I come from a broken home. In short - no offense, shorty - you don't scare me.

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

... friends are such a mixed blessing.