“We're strangers, we're not friends. I hate this, and I hate them.And I found out that you're angry, and you're sorry you ever met me”
“There! Now we're friends!" declared the minx. "Say you're sorry about my sister -""I am desolated!""That's a good boy!”
“His, sis, guess what? You're going to be an aunt! Lucy and I just found out we're having a baby. If it comes out screaming, we're naming it after you. Much love, Alex”
“I hate not talking to you, I hate not bickering like we're an old married couple and I hate not spending every day right next to you. -- Chase”
“And I sort of frowned about that, thinking. 'You felt ill this afternoon,' he said, 'because you're getting better. When we're healthy we respond to the presence of the hateful with fear and nausea. You're becoming healthy, that's all.”
“Dammit!""What?" Gonzo sounds panicked."We're out of gas.""You're Shithenging me.""I Shithenge you not.”