“Peeta?" I creep along the bank."Well, don't step on me.”
“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.”
“I own nothing, but at least nothing owns me. Well, besides the bank.”
“He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.”
“Here, cover yourself with this and I'll wash your shorts.""Oh, I don't care if you see me," says Peeta.”