Sneak out." He shrugged, as if that should have been a no-brainer. But that was easy for him to say. He was dead. What else could they do to him, take away his birthday?

I don't have you, and without you, it feels like what I do have doesn't matter.

Together, we'd take crazy to a whole new level. ~Tod

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

I've seen this episode. This is the one where Sylvester eats Tweety.

I’m confiscating your hair dryer—you’ve fried your brain.

Her mouth was open, as if she wanted to say something, and I wanted to kiss her to show her that sometimes you don't need words. Sometimes they only get in the way, and you end up talking yourself out of things you need. People you want.