“Since we don’t have a body to confirm identity, we believe Nathan Drake is alive and threatening people, which means he faked his own death. (Josie)And maybe fat flying fairies ate the rest of your blouse, which explains why so much of it’s missing. (Terri)”

“What are you doing here? (Terri)I’ll tell you if you tell me why you’re here. (Nathan)No. Leave. (Terri)No. You leave. (Nathan)What are we? Four? (Terri)”

“I have two words for you. (Terri)Oh, yeah? (Josie)Whatever- (Terri)That’s one word. (Josie)–bitch. (Terri)”

“Oooohhh, I’m worried. You gonna kick my butt with your one good leg? (Josie)Good luck finding Drake’s body. At least he won’t have a problem getting hard for you. (Terri)”

“What the hell are you doing here again? (Terri)I have a question. (Nathan)Tell you what. I’ll give you my cell phone number so you can just call me the next time you have one, and save you all the effort of breaking and entering. Free up a lot of your day. (Terri)”

“Keep your voice down. And before you go all badass cop on me, I’m the one who saved your life outside. (Nathan)How do I know that? (Terri)Let’s use some logic. You stuck your head in here. Someone tried to use it for target practice, but I yanked you away before you ended up headless. If I was the shooter, you’d be dead now and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. (Nathan)”

“I agree, Dad. I was just explaining to the woman why we don’t look anything alike and why you would have been younger than me when I was born. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you ‘cause you know I do. Make one snotty comment in anger when you’re twelve years old going through puberty and getting grounded, and you pay for it for the rest of your life. Parents ain’t got no sense of humor. (Omari)”