“(Actually now I’m remembering that the goodbye chow isn’t spelled that way. It’s ciao or something weird like that. It’s Italian, right? But I’m not an Italian gypsy, I’m a hungry gypsy. So spelling it chow makes total sense.)”
“When I’m with him, everything makes so much sense…when I’m away, it’s so much shit.”
“It’s because I’m so good-looking, isn’t it?”
“I am officially Jewish, but I’m Jewish in the same way the Olive Garden is an Italian restaurant.”
“It’s okay. I’m just in a weird mood. Have you ever had a feeling like something was about to happen?”“Of course,” Kat replied. “It’s called PMS.”
“I don’t think we’ve been introduced,” I said. “My name’s Zara. I’m strong, I’m fast, and I totally kick ass. It’s great to be me...but that means right now it sucks to be you.”