“I can try to disable it," I said, "but if I mess up, this whole apartment is going to fill with gas. We'll die."Thalia swallowed. " I trust you. Just... don't mess it up.”

“I don't put up with being messed around, and I don't suffer fools gladly. The short version of that is that I'm a bitch. Trust me, I can provide character references.”

“Told you I was going to mess up your make up," he said, a smug grin on his face.”

“Don’t show me how I messed up, because I don’t need to be shown. Clearly if I’ve messed up once, I can do it again without any coaching from you.”

“What in the world are we going to do with you?' Mrs. Ritter asked.I could think of a few things.Take it easy on me.Teach me different.Care about me just a little.So many times that year I wanted to shout,'It's not like I'm waking up in the morning and trying to mess up. I just don't get it!”

“I am not going to be the person who completes you,” he said, glancing at me and turning away. “You are one messed-up bitch.”