“Not my fault you're distractingly pretty.”

“Not my fault that you’re distractingly pretty.”I have to take a minute to confirm to the pissed off part of my brain that still works that, yes, in fact, I did just say that. And I don’t know if distractingly is even a word. If it is, it’s a stupid one. Like me.”

“I see you're determined to miss my point.""If you're point is that there was a pretty girl in the room and it was distracting you, then I think I've taken your point handily.""You think she's pretty?" Will was surprised; Jem rarely opinioned this sort of thing."Yes, and you do too.""I hadn't noticed, really.""Yes, you have, and I've noticed you noticing.”

“You're not a distraction, you're a bloody obsession.”

“Stop whining; you're eighteen years old and you keep acting like a puppy.Throgh my complaint carried a teasing note, the irriated eddge behind it was real. The focus required by the hunt made me tense. It's not my fault. His plaintive reply came back. I've never had a tail before. I can't figure out what exactly it's supposed to do. It's so distracting.”

“When you're looking for fault, you'll find it.”