“Want to make it a date, haircut?' she asked. 'As soon as I can scrape together the cash for the train ticket?'What's with the "haircut," kiddo?' he asked. 'I thought we were past that.'We'll never be past that,' she said.”

“Listen, haircut...'Did you just call me haircut?' he asked.Yes. You know there's no reason we can't go online. It's crazy.'Why'd you call me haircut?' he asked, touching his hair. 'Is it because I have a great haircut?'You figure it out,' she answered.-Clio and Aiden, Girl At Sea by Maureen Johnson”

“It was fine," I said stiffly. "We played Mouse Trap.""Is that what they're calling it these days?" she asked, throwing me a terrible grin. "I have to go give Rachel a quick bath. Feel free to make yourself some cocoa or whatever you like!" She stopped short of adding "...future child-bride of my only son.”

“And what else is she?" Jerome asked. Jazza didn't offer any reply so I chimed in with, "A bitchweasel?""A bitchweasel!" Jazza's face lit up. "She's a bitchweasel! I love my new roommate.”

“He's been in love with Miss Gina since high school, but he doesn't really know how to talk to girls, so he's just been...staying around her since then. He just tends to go where she goes.""Isn't that stalking?" Jazza said."Legally, no," I replied. "I asked my parents this when I was little. What he does is creepy and socially awkward, but it's not actually stalking.”

“One thing," I said, when we had broken apart and the swirling feeling in my head subsided. "Maybe...don't tell your mom too much about this. I think she has ideas." "What?" he asked, all innocence, as he put an arm around my shoulders and led me back toward his house. "Don't your parents cheer and stare when you make out with someone? Is that weird where you come from? I guess they don't get to see it much, though. From jail, I mean." "Shut it, Weintraub. If I knock you down in the snow, these kids will swarm and eat you.”

“What are you?" I asked."I'm the Ghost of the Night Before Exams.""And how long did it take you to come up with that?" Jazza asked."I'm a busy man," he replied.”