“You are officially fired. You are a terrible conscience.”

“It’s us, Trav. Nothing makes sense unless we’re together. Have you noticed that?”“Noticed? I’ve been telling you that all year!” he teased. “It’s official. Bimbos, fights, leaving, Parker, Vegas…even fires…our relationship can withstand anything.”

“You are officially the coolest person I know." "That's sad, Finch. You should get out more.”

“Finch eyed me suspiciously, and then smiled. “You are officially the coolest person I know.”“That’s sad, Finch. You should get out more,” I said, stopping at the cafeteria entrance.”

“You’re getting a tattoo? What is going on with you, Abby? Did you breathe toxic fumes in that fire?”

“So help me God, Travis! If you try to stop her, I will douse you with gasoline and light you on fire while you sleep!”

“If you tell anyone what I just told you, I’ll call the Mob. I know some of them, you know.” “Bullshit.” I shrugged. “Believe what you want.” Finch eyed me suspiciously, and then smiled. “You are officially the coolest person I know.” “That’s sad, Finch. You should get out more,” I said, stopping at the cafeteria entrance.”