“An orphans curse would drag to hellA spirit from on high;But oh! How more horrible that thatIs the curse in a dead man’s eye!”
“How about you, Mockingjay? You feel totally safe?” “Oh, yeah. Right up until I got shot,” I say.”
“Is there a gun that shoots rain? Oh yeah, water guns. How technologically advanced we are!”
“Carter started down the stairs, but I grabbed his arm.“Hang on. What about traps?”He frowned. “Traps?”“Didn’t Egyptian tombs have traps?”“Well…sometimes. But this isn’t a tomb. Besides, more often they had curses, like the burning curse, the donkey curse—”“Oh, lovely. That sounds so much better.”
“I want to write a song about retaliation called, "Oh Yeah, and I Faked Every Orgasm...While You Were Out of Town.”