“I don't care." - Bakura"I'm not going to kill you, just destroy you a little. Geez, talk about overreacting!" - Marik"So then he goes to me with the tea pot and he goes, 'Why so British?'." - Bakura"Now I can't that friggin song out of my head! Thanks Odion, thanks a bunch!" - Marik"Not a kitty!" - Bakura"Maybe we should hug him, Bakura. I mean he seems like an okay guy." - Marik”

“Bugger off kitty!" - Ryou"But before we begin this duel to the death, I have just one question. Could I get a hug?" - Melvin"Help! This supermodel is one of my fangirls!" - Ryou"A locked door?! Impossiblllllll- No wait, that's totally possible. What am I talking about?" - Melvin"Let's ditch the tosser!" - Ryou"What a lovely day." - Melvin"Gangway; women and shemales first!" -Ryou"This door is a bitch!" - Melvin"Can I be the main character now?" - Ryou"'STAB'. (Denied.) 'KILL'. (Denied.) 'MUTIL-' Ah dammit, there aren't enough spaces! Umm... 'PAIN'. (Denied.) Why are these the only words I know?!" - Melvin"I'm here to kick ass and drink cups of tea. And I'm all out of tea." - Ryou”

“My dad told me, "Son, there are three words that will open any door: the door of a building, the door of the mind, the door of the heart, any door you like. Three words, don't forget, always use them. 'Thank you' and 'please.' That's your calling card." So we learnt to respect the land and each other, and respect what a person can share and give.”

“The question that lingers is, how much was I a factor in my own survival, and how much was science, and how much miracle?I don't have the answer to that question. Other people look to me for the answer, I know. But if I could answer it, we would have the cure for cancer, and what's more, we would fathom the true meaning of our existences. I can deliver motivation, inspiration, hope, courage, and counsel, but I can't answer the unknowable. Personally, I don't need to try. I 'm content with simply being alive to enjoy the mystery.Good Joke:A man is caught in a flood, and as the water rises he climbs to the roof of his house and waits to be rescued. A guy in a motorboat comes by, and he says, "Hop in, I'll save you.""No thanks," the man on the rooftop says. "My Lord will save me."But the floodwaters keep rising. A few minutes later, a rescue plane flies overhead and the pilot drops a line."No, thanks," the man on the rooftop says. "My Lord will save me."But the floodwaters rise ever higher, and finally, they overflow the roof and the man drowns.When he gets to heaven, he confronts God."My Lord, why didn't you save me?" he implores."You idiot," God says. "I sent a boat, I sent you a plane."I think in a way we are all just like the guy on the rooftop. Things take place, there is a confluence of events and circumstances, and we can't always know their purpose, or even if there is one. But we can take responsibility for ourselves and be brave.”

“Dad, youre so far off the mark I can't even...Lincoln hasn't pressured me at all!" I grabbed my bag and heaved it onto my back. "WE'RE JUST FRIENDS! He's not even interested in me like that - and thanks to you," I shook my head at him in utter disbelief, "he never will now.”

“Thank you for getting me," I try to say. My lips are so tired they don't want to move."Anytime,Zara.Really.I mean it." He seems to be smelling my hair."I know you hate me and everything but we should be friends," I tell him, closing my eyes."I don't hate you," he says. "That's not it at all.""What is it then? Are you a victim of parthenophobia?""Parthenophobia?""Fear of girls.""You are so strange." He moves back even closer to me, this wicked glint in his eyes like he's trying hard not to snort-laugh at me. His hand presses against the side of my head. Nobody has ever touched me like this before, all gentle and romantic, but strong at the same time. "I'm not afraid of girls.""Then why haven't you kissed any?"For a second his eyes flash. "Maybe the right one hasn't come around yet.”

“So you're really going to the dance?"I nodded as I sipped from the mug."Alone?""Not technically.There should be other people there too."He raised his eyebrows. "Did my sullen daughter just make a joke?" I smiled as he gave a chuckle. "You always used to make jokes when you were nervous," he said. His smile disappeared and he put a hand on my arm. "Are you nervous?"He knew me better than I thought. "A little.""Then why are you doing? I mean, won't most everyone there have dates?" He cleared his throat. "Because Tommy and I have a mean game of Uno planned."I hugged him. "Thanks,Dad. Wish me luck.”