“And before you ask, no, you're not driving, Myrnin. I remember the last time.''That accident was not my fault.''You were the only one on the road, and the mailbox actually didn't leap out in front of you. No arguments. You sit in the back, too.”

“Are you in the car that's almost caused three accidents on North Vance?" Hannah asked. "Because I'm following you with my lights flashing, and whoever's driving isn't pulling over.""Let him go," Claire said. "Trust me. You aren't going to get him to stop.""Oh, God. It's Myrnin, isn't it?""Tell that police lady to stop chasing me," Myrnin said, annoyed, from the front seat. "Really, I'm not THAT bad at this.”

“Myrnin: Have we been introduced?Frank: Probably not. Why, you asking me out, sweetheart?Myrnin: You’re not my type, darling.”

“Did you bring me a hamburger? Did I-No,Myrnin,I didn't bring you a hamburger.Bizarre.He'd never asked for that before.Coffee?It's late.Doughnuts?No.What good are you then?”

“Follow me,' Myrnin said. 'And do stay together. And by the way, this is the last time I go anywhere with you people. You are all insane.”

“Ah, I remember now why you ceased to amuse, Myrnin. You use honesy like a club.”

“Myrnin, drive carefully. Understand?""Of course."He didn't.”