That was the whole point of being special: You existed to make sure everyone else behaved, but that didn't mean YOU had to.

Ah. So he's forgotten the most important rule of warfare. Which is... That nothing ever goes to plan.

High school wasn't a trial by fire or some ordeal that had to be survived. It was all a big joke. You just had to provide the laugh track.

You're splitting?" "No sh*it, Sherlock.

What did a happy ending even mean in real life, anyway? In stories you simply said, 'They lived happily ever after,' and that was it. But in real life people had to keep on living, day after day, year after year.

Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.

Probably? So you're asking me to trust my life to steel wool and peanut butter?" "Poisoned peanut butter." "Cal, I don't care if it's nuclear peanut butter.