What did I do?" he said. "Cake! It's cake! Delicious cake!
You’re not going to suck.’’ ‘‘Not at the guitar, anyway,’’ Shane said, deadpan. Claire punched him in the arm. ‘‘Ow.
I've bowed to you for too long, and if I continue to do it, we will all suffer.
You know," I said to Michael, "my girlfriend took him down with a broken tree branch." "Too bad she isn't here," he said.
She was poison in a pretty bottle.
He had on bunny slippers. These had fangs. They all stared at them in silence for about a heartbeat, and then Shane said, "That is impressively wicked. Crazy, but wicked.