“Psychos and megalomaniacs are my forte, remember? They all wanna hang with me”
“Wanna hang out for a bit?" "You tryin' to get in my pants now that you know I'm queer?" he asked in an impudent tone. "No!""Yeah.""Yeah, what?""Yeah, I wanna hang out." He smiled over at me.”
“No, it’s not okay. You said you wanna be friends, but we can’t hang out?” I rolled my eyes, and Travis huffed. “Don’t roll your eyes at me. Are you coming or not?”
“It's a well-known fact. All women are clinically insane, but especially ballet dancers. Psycho. extremely psycho. Trust me.”
“He kissed me, and I pulled my personal psycho into bed with me.”
“I'm not trying to bag you. I just wanna hang out.""Bag me? How do you ever get laid talking like that?”