“I leaned forward and slapped her across the face. Probably a bit harder than I needed to, but it worked.”

“She’d probably slap me upside the head and say some variation of 'Hey, Future Clare, wtf?”

“Last Year Clare would have a lot to say to This Year Clare if she could have peeked into the future and seen me in Kendra Kiger's house. She'd probably slap me upside the head and say some variation of "Hey, Future Clare, wtf?”

“Tiffany’s pale faced turned to green and I involuntarily took a step back, half expecting an Exorcist-style stream of vomit to shoot out of her gaping mouth.”

“Listen, I gather you have a problem working with a psychic. Believe me, I don't like working with a jackass any better.”

“Yellow police tape stretched across the motel room door. I stood beside it, waiting for Mr. Stick-Up-His-Butt to finish up in the office.”

“I think the correct term for this was ‘pissing contest’, and though I was flattered, I didn’t have time for it.”