Don't run I never liked fast food

He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.

Hannah: What's your plan? Claire: Go get him Hannah: Honey, that is not a plan. That's what we in the military call an objective.

Bite me, Goth princess,” Shane called from the back. “Not literally or anything.” “Maybe you should say that to Michael.” “Not funny, Eve,” Michael said. Eve raised her eyebrows and held her fingers up, measuring off about an inch. “Little bit,” she said.

You were leaving, and you didn't even know if I was okay.

Excuse me? You're a lady?" "I bought a title on the Internet. I own one square inch of Scotland. And you're changing the subject.

I'm fine with Nature's way, as long as Nature keeps it out of *my* way.