“I like him, he thought in horror... shit. I like him.”

“Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean… hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like… bus exhaust or some shit.”

“I looked at him like he was an idiot, but he didn’t notice. Or maybe he got it so often, he thought that was how people looked at him.”

“How did Terrible Teddy’s face get like that?”“Me.”“You hit him?”“He touched you, you said it hurt. I found him and beat the shit out of him.”Oh… my… God.”

“I didn’t even know he knew any mellow shit. Dear gods…is he ill? (Urian)I don’t know. In nine thousand years, I’ve never seen him like this before. (Alexion)I’m beginning to get scared. This has to be a sign of the Apocalypse. If he breaks out into Air Supply, I say we sneak up on him, drag him outside and beat the holy shit out of him. (Urian)”

“...I have never seen him smile like that—it’s intoxicating, especially because I never thought he would smile like that at me.”