“It don't do you no nevermind to tell nobody nothing.”
“Sorry,” he said, not sounding very sorry at all. “I… well, nevermind.”“Nevermind?” I couldn’t help but sneer. “You just broke into my uncle’s lighthouse. Don’t you tell me to nevermind.”
“I'm a Nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? There's a pair of us- don't tell!”
“The problem with not having anybody to tell you what to do, I understood, is that there was nobody to tell you what not to do.”
“Nobody tells you what you can and can't do.”
“Nobody has to tell nobody nothing,” I say, taking another step forward.“You never were a poet, were you, Todd?” he says.”