Talking. According to Marc, I could talk the color off a crayon.

For those who may not know this, Madeline recruited me specifically to help hunt and take out a serial soul thief-" "I call him Cap'n Crunch," Luca interrupted, and was rewarded with a roomful of frowns. "You know. Because he's a cereal thief?

Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.

In the end, it only comes down to one thing: choosing the one you can’t live without.

At least you don’t need a prescription for tequila.

From adult diapers to bedpans? Move over, Elvis, I’m the afterlife of the party!

The dead have a way of becoming saints in the eyes of their survivors.