Maybe I'd think that, too, Caesar," says Petta bitterly, "if it weren't for the baby." There. He's done it again.

See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner," "A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could've had you?" "Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

I killed you. And you. And you.

If you appeal to the crowd, either by being humorous or brutal or eccentric, you gain favor.

I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.

She's Prim's size in diameter.

I must have loved you a lot.