“It’s been six weeks. If Blane hasn’t sealed the deal by now, its open season.”
“Harlequin groaned. ‘Cobb, you’ve got to get me out of here, it’s cold and damp, there’s rats, the food is terrible, they keep interrogating me … and I’ve been wearing the same underpants for six weeks!”
“It's open season on liars.... and i'm hunting. -A”
“It’s my birthday, who could be calling me? Probably my clone, wondering why he hasn’t been born yet.”
“It’s been six months, Alex. The Brian Kinney routine is cute, but it’s not you. It never was.”
“I've only been gone a week," I reminded him.Well, a week's a long time. It's seven days. Which is one hundred and sixty-eight hours. Which is ten thousand, eighty minutes. Which is six hundred thousand, for hundred seconds.”