“If you’re gonna have your head split open, it might as well be while you’re riding a wave, dude.”

“You’re in Europe. You’re young. Young people have been going to Europe on a shoestring for a hundred years.”

“You’re not a one hundred dollar bill, not everyone is going to like you.”

“Weight doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. I mean, it does if you’re a model or whatever.”

“Tell me what game Steph Landry and I used to play in the big dirt pile they made while they were digging my family’s pool, back when we were both seven, or I’ll know you’re an alien replacement and you’ve got the real Steph up in your mother ship!” I glared at him. “G.I. Joe meets Spelunker Barbie,” I said. “And stop being so ridiculous. We have to go. We’re going to end up at a bad table for lunch.”

“> CracKing: No need to yell. > FtLouie: I’m not yelling!!! > CracKing: You’re using excessive amounts of punctuation, and on-line, that’s like yelling.”

“I hope you’re not planning on kicking me,” he said,not even bothering to look up from his book, “as hardas you did those doors.”“I will,” I said, “if the next words out of your mouthare Pierce, you just need to relax.”