“So …” Jack clears his throat. “We …”Is Jack Coombs at a loss for words? I guess we don’t have to worry about the performance since the world is clearly going to end.”

“Whereever you end up;" Jack whispered into my ear."I wish you clear skies. Always”

“Talia: I was brought up to respect older people and peasants...not that you're...Jack: (clears throat) Quit while you’re aheadMeryl: Ahead? She just called mom and old peasant.”

“Jack Peyton is HOT!" someone from the audience yelled."Toby Klein is HOTTER" a male voice argued, and I almost went into an epileptic fit of disgust at both the words and the tone."Now, now," Jack said, raising his hands. "Don't be ridiculous. Mr. Corkin is clearly the hottest”

“Clearly the rise of Adolf Hitler and his jack-booted storm troopers to power did not augur well for peace.”

“You sleep like an angel" Jacks said. The shock of his words in the dark room sent Maddy's stomach leaping into her throat. She didn't even realize she had screamed until it came out of her mouth."Don't be frightened," Jacks said, sounding worried. "It's just me. I'm sorry, I so didn't mean for that to sound creepy. Let me start over.”