And you, my best friend on earth, my soul sister who shares Chunky Monkey scoops and beefcake e-mails at the drop of a hat, the woman who made me wear a frothy, ruffled lime-colored bridesmaid dress that added fifteen pounds to my hips, are going to spill your guts to me, aren’t you? (Sunshine) No fair and the dress wasn’t lime, it was mint. (Selena) It was lime-icky green and I looked like a sick pistachio. (Sunshine)

Shut up. What did you ask me, anyway?” – Sundown “Really? Good thing I didn’t tell you to duck a bomb.” – Sasha

You know it doesn’t work that way, T. I have to be touching the body or something that belonged to the victim. Photos only give me a paper cut…and the willies. (Simone)

There are always three sides to every memory…yours, theirs, and the truth, which lies somewhere in between the two

And I’m calling in a favor. (Savitar) Sav, you can’t keep doing this. I’m running out of places to put the bodies. (Takeshi)

Did you come out of the womb a dickhead or develop that jockstrap personality on your own? (Hunter)

Sunshine, it’s the Celt wanting a little reassurance that I haven’t eaten you or anything. (Vane)