“Oh, Peeta, Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.”

“Peeta: You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you.Finnick: Oh, Peeta. Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.”

“Finnick:" Good to see you, Peeta."Peeta:" You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you." It could be a joke, if the tone wasn't so cold. Everything it conveys is wrong. The open distrust of Finnick, the implication that Peeta has his eye on Annie, that Annie could desert Finnick, that I do not even exist.Finnick:"Oh Peeta," says Finnick lightly. "Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.”

“Here, cover yourself with this and I'll wash your shorts.""Oh, I don't care if you see me," says Peeta.”

“Peeta?" I creep along the bank."Well, don't step on me.”

“She zips back to the podium, and I don't even have time to wish for Gale's safety when she's reading the name. "Peeta Mellark."Peeta Mellark!Oh, no, I think. Not him. Because I recognize this name, although I have never spoken directly to its owner. Peeta Mellark.No, the odds are not in my favor today.”

“Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are.”