“So, I heard you're this ninja or something.”

“I mean, we're ninjas.""Well maybe you're a ninja," I said"You're just a really loud, awkward ninja," Margo said, "but we are both ninjas.”

“No ninjas! How was that possible? Five daughters brought up at home without any ninjas! I never heard of such a thing. Your mother must have been quite a slave to your safety.”

“Yeah, so if that guy can make it in drunk, surely we can make it in sober. I mean, we’re ninjas.''Well, maybe you’re a ninja,' I said. 'You’re just a really loud, awkward ninja,' Margo said, 'but we are both ninjas.”

“Booyah, I will summon the ninja. Oh, and take a lunch break while we burgle.""You're going, too?""Am I not ninja enough? Are you saying that I lack ninja?""No, I was just thinking you're a little, uh, recognizable, maybe?"Eve batted her thick eyelashes. "Why, thank you, sweetie. That's the nicest insult I've had today, not counting the jock who said he'd date me but he had a restraining order out for necrophelia.”

“Ninjas don't splash other ninjas," "The true ninja doesn't make a splash at all." I said.”