“Pumpkin?” He nodded at the cookies.“Of course.”“Anna Banana, I love you.”
“Cas whistled. “You are a sight for sore eyes, Anna Banana.”
“Anna anna bo banna, banana fanna fo fanna, me my mo manna...Anna.""Chuck! Do Chuck!”
“Why are terms of endearment always food? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. Its not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you.”
“His eyes lit up. "Oh, it's the Vanderbilts! They make these pumpkin and banana pancakes that are so good, they will make you want to slap your momma.""I already want to," I muttered under my breath."What's that?""Nothing. Let's go.”
“He looked at the gun. "Aren't you afraid?""Of course I am," Anna said. "Of course I'm afraid. But that doesn't help."He shook his head. "No," he said, "it doesn't help to be afraid. Bad things happen anyway. You're right.”