“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he says,“we’re gonna pick upthose rocks right there,and we’re gonnasmash out the windowsof that cop car…”
“We’re gonna make up for that. We’re gonna live a long time together.”
“Fuck you very much, if you think we’re gonna let you do this on your own, Reichen.”
“‘Someone’s gonna die before this is over,’ I said to Doc McGhee. [...]‘I don’t think someone’s gonna die, Ozzy. I think we’re all gonna die.’”
“We’re more than common rock,” he murmured. “We’re pretty nigh indestructible when we’re in our stone forms.”I thought this over. “Then why didn’t they pick you up and throw you into the sea?”He sent me a dark look. “You’re a bloodthirsty lass, aren’t you?”
“Oh God, Oh God we’re all gonna die doesn’t really fit the definition of banter, now does it?”