“Don't do me any favors, Glass Ass," Jason snapped.”
“Jason talking about Michael - "Don't do me any favors, Glass Ass," Jason snapped.”
“Would you do me a favor milord? Be a boorish ass again. (Rowena)”
“Well, that's just all kinds of creepy," Puck muttered at my side, giving the doll a look of alarm. "If you see any clowns, do me a favor and don't point them out, okay? i'd rather live without the nightmares."I was about to snap at him for putting the thought of killer clown dolls in my head...”
“Listen, you’re not doing God any favors by praying. You’re doing yourself a favor.”
“Thank you, Dr. Phil, for that fine psychological assessment," I snapped and motioned my chin to Disco. "Why don't you and Oprah here go take a long walk off a short plank and do the world a favor?”