“Get the point?" I asked, offering the boys a triumphant smile.Gabriel, Zeb, and Dick stared at me, aghast. "What? Sarcastic postkill comeback. Isn't that what you're supposed to do in situations like this?Too harsh?”

“Why do I have to do this?" Gator demanded.Cuz you're such a pretty boy. Our photographer isn't going to fall for one of us as the tied up model," Nico pointed out.Dumbest plan you've ever come up with," Gator rumbled. "Offering myself all trussed up like a Christmas turkey to a serial killer who likes to torture people isn't too smart.”

“If you don't like something, do not stop and stare, criticize & swear. Move elsewhere! Wait for none to do what you're supposed to have done.”

“If you're offered a seat on a rocket ship, don't ask what seat! Just get on.”

“what are you doing here?" he asked."I live here..." I answered sarcastically.”

“Bathroom, maybe? Which is where I need to go.""Ooh, me, too," Eve said. The boys rolled their eyes, like they'd planned it. "What? It's what girls do. Get over it.”