Crawley reached into the pocket of his fancy robe - a dinner jacket, I think it's called. The kind of thing Professer Plum would wear before killing Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the candlestick.

Respect doesn't come without a little resentment.

Fight, flight, and screw up royaly.

You have robbed me, and everyone here, of their purpose. That's not salvation, that's damnation.

We'll never be ready. So I guess that means we're as ready as we'll ever be.

Should I push him or should I throw him?" Howie asks. "Do what comes naturally," I yelled back. "I don't know," he says. "This is a very unnatural thing.

When you truly start to care about someone you become vulnerable to all sorts of things.