Would it help if I stood around uselessly not knowing what to say?

Hey, Jamie,' said Seb. 'Want a lift?' 'Hey, Seb,' Jamie responded without missing a beat 'Drop dead.

Been chatting much with Jared?" "We often have special moments where I come into a room and he immediately leaves," Kami said. "I treasure those times.

How many fingers am I holding up?" he inquired. Lucille regarded him blearily and said, "Avocado.

Turns out he does run," Nick drawled. "Given an incentive. And he wouldn't be so out of breath if he hadn't kept shrieking." "That was not a shriek," Jamie said with dignity. "It was a husky masculine cry of terror.

I don't trust men everybody likes. Being nice isn't the same as being good.

Not really a party until someone brings the surprise zombies.