“Just thinking.” “Why start now?”

“But I was beginning to think the real problem might be that who I was was just not good enough.”

“My shirt is gray,” I pointed out. “You’ve expanded my fashion horizons dramatically. I wear three colours now.”

“Killian wasn't dead. He just dressed like it.”

“I whispered, taking advantage of her momentary distraction to try to adjust the front of my pants. If I had to run now, I’d be in big trouble.”

“And no, I think i'm better than you because I am better than you.”

“Why? What happened to her? Did you get her pregnant? Shove her down a flight of stairs? Help her evil twin abduct her and take her to Mexico for some face altering plastic surgery?”