“You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!”
“Walk out of this with your parents, the stones, and Darroc dead, Ms. Lane, and I‘ll give you the bloody thing.”
“What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?”
“We fucked, Ms. Lane. Even cockroaches fuck. They eat each other, too.”
“There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims.”
“Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.”