“You know I'm getting a little tired of waiting for you to catch on.”

“There’s a lot of good waiting for you on the other side of tired. Get yourself tired..”

“Nothing's wrong, I'm just tired-perhaps a little sad." "You don't get sad unless something's wrong.”

“Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting”

“Four and I stay behind. I wait until the room is empty and the door is shut before looking at him again. He walks towards me. "Is your-" he begins. "You did that on purpose!" I shout. "Yes, I did," he says quietly. "And you should thank me for helping you." I grit my teeth. "Thank you? You almost stabbed my ear, and you spent the entire time taunting me. Why should I thank you?" "You know, I'm getting a little tired of waiting for you to catch on!" He glares at me, and even when he glares, his eyes looks thoughtful. Their shade of blue is peculiar, so dark it is almost black, with a small patch of lighter blue on the left iris, right next to the corner of his eye.”

“You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.”