“And Mom? You're a good girl.""Thank you. That's very sweet of you, Chuck"Though what I was really thinking was: This is too fucking weird.”

“Christ girl, Ι wasn't even going to bite you. Well, not the way you're thinking." "I'm flattered you want to fuck me as well as muder me. Really, Liam, that's sweet." He grinned. "Valentine's Day was just last month, after all.”

“Sweet Jesus! Sweet, sweet Jesus!” Mom called to the Savior, caught up in the divine intervention that was Hank and me.I narrowed my eyes at her. “Stop cal ing Jesus, Mom. Hank’s gonna think you’re weird,” I snapped.“She is weird,” Dad said.“I’m not weird,” Mom returned.”

“You had sex with the guy I'm dating for my own good. That's really sweet. Thanks. But just to be clear, I don't need any more favors from you.”

“There's a part of you, Gemma, that's so fucking sweet, and I want to steal that part of you, even though I know I shouldn't.”

“Tris," he says. "What did they do to you? You're acting like a lunatic.""That's not very nice of you to say," I say. "They put me in a good mood, that's all. And now I really want to kiss you, so if you could just relax-”