“You dumb asshole,” Ross said to Nate.“You could be a freakin’ amoeba andyou’d still be a brother. And the only reason I’m not throwing a punchright now is because you had such a dipshit upbringing you don’t get that.”

“Is the only reason you get out of bed because you can’t sleep anymore? I’m like that sometimes.”

“I’m not unsympathetic. But do you like me? Because this being gay business doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy and it’ll be fine because he’s not a girl. There are still people you like and people you don’t.”

“What did you write on here? ‘Don’t die’?”“No, I wrote, ‘Don’t be an asshole!’”I headed for the house.“On yours or mine?”“On yours.”“Well, in that case, your magic isn’t working. I’m still an asshole.”

“Get off me,” Harry spat, throwing Pettigrew’s hands off him in disgust. “I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it because — I don’t reckon my dad would’ve wanted them to become killers — just for you.”

“It’s time you go back to your cell. Your phone call is over. If anyone wishes to speak to you now, we have to arrange it.” She said gesturing the guard to come escort me. Only reason you’re getting the guard is because if I’m not restrained in three seconds I’m gonna kick your ass from here to Timbuktu…”