Now could you please ask these idiots to stop pointing their bullets at me? It's terribly wasteful.

Trav, if you cross us -- " "I know. You'll get me. I'll try not to pee all over myself in terror.

She was starting to feel a little like a hamburger at a dieters’ convention. Nobody was likely to snack on her, but absolutely everybody noticed she was edible.

Why was it the hot mean girls always ran in packs, like hyenas?

I'd blurted out the question only to keep him from noticing that I was working my hands free, but the Warden behind me, some young brown-haired surfer dude, yelled a warning. "She's getting loose!" Narc.

Expecting anybody else?" Shane asked Eve. "Your distant cousin Jack the Ripper dropping by too?" "Screw you, Collins.

And before you ask, no, you're not driving, Myrnin. I remember the last time." "That accident was not my fault." "You were the only one on the road, and the mailbox actually didn't leap out in front of you. No arguments. You sit in the back, too.