“You evah hear of a magic screw?'I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.”

“I pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living.”

“He laughed, tried to make it into a cough, inhaled at exactly the wrong moment, and then really did cough.”

“Screw you," I told him in a low voice."Are you offering?”"From what I've heard, there isn't much to screw," I shot back.”

“I do not often laugh, sir, as you may perceive by the air of my countenance; but nevertheless, I retain the privilege of laughing when I please.”

“Did you hear what I was playing, Lane?I didn't think it polite to listen, sir.”