“Sydney, this is the kind of shirt that says, ‘You’re never getting in here.”
“You’re wearing that?”… “This is the kind of shirt that says, ‘You’re never getting in here.’”“Well, why would he?” I demanded.…”I think it’s more like a shirt that says, ‘I’m going to have to end this date early so I can go prepare by Power Point presentation.”
“Sydney tried — sometimes he really tried — but his default mindset didn’t have those kinds of manners. What he really meant was more like “Jacob, get over here or I’ll freeze your underwear.” Something like that.”
“After all, it was never Darnay he quoted, only Sydney, drunk and wrecked and dissipated. Sydney, who died for love.”
“You’re cute when you’re pissed. Kind of like a wet kitten. Gets me hard.”
“You’re evil. Did you know that?” She just smiled. “Well I’ve got to say, you do lookdevilish in my shirt.”