“He scowled at me."You aren't any fun.""Party pooper extraordinaire,that's me.”

“Don't be such a party-pooper, missy --when you're well and truly screwed, either you just sit pissing yourself or you invent some reason to hope.”

“He scowled at the world in general, and me in particular.”

“You owe me and you know what I want in return."He scowled at me. "Not the pants."I nodded gravely. "Give me your pants.”

“You're beginning to dislike me, aren't you? Well, dislike me. It doesn't make any difference to me now.”

“See, what you're talking about is why hanging out with ME would be fun for YOU. It doesn't explain anything about why it'd be fun for ME. You don't bring banter. You aren't witty. You aren't funny. There is nothing to pick from your brain. You're looking for me to entertain you. A relationship is an exchange, not a one-way street. Look beyond your own personal desires for a second and understand what you bring to the exchange- nothing.”