“Looks kinda scrummy”
“Excuse me, but what kinda black lady are you?" I smiled, looked at her, and said, "The kinda black lady that you wanna know.”
“Finn: I look at you because I can't look away Wendy.Wendy: That's kinda creepy.Finn: I will work on being less creepy then.”
“You look like you're twelve. No. Maybe thirteen, but my sister has this doll that kinda reminds me of you. All big-eyed and vacant.”
“Special kinda warm,”
“I mean, look at us. We're all alone in my bedroom and I'm not feeling any urge to make any kinda move on you.That's a pretty big problem.”