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They misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be?

You evah hear of a magic screw?' I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.

Did she just say they'd drag the river for your body?" T. S. Woodhouse asked, his pencil poised above his open notebook. Sam sighed like a man deeply in love. "She did, the little bearcat. It's the only defense that poor, helpless girl's got against the animal pull of our love. Uh, you can quote me on that.

Only ninnies go to Penny's.

These words have been sanitized for your protection. An adjective and a noun, respectively.

Dear, dear Cecily, or as I affectionately refer to her in the privacy of my mind, She Who Inflicts Misery Simply by Breathing.

No. It is impossible to maintain a smile in my brother's presence. Monks haven't the sort of patience required.

What's the difference between an undead and my last boyfriend? One is a soul-sucking beast from hell and the other is an undead.

We've got about as much chance of communing with the dead as we do of sitting in Parliament.

Hold up. How do you accidentally have sex with somebody? Adina scoffed. Is she all, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't s ee your penis there'? Tiara squealed and waved her hands. Don't say that word! What? Accidentally? Sorry? Penis? Gah! Tiara put her fingers in her ears. What about phallic? Petra teased. Like, 'Yon volcano is quite phallic, Lady Tiara.' Tiara looked confused. Phallic means penis-like, Petra explained. Ooh, Tiara said.

Very well, Your Ladyship Brooding St. Petulant

All children are demons, Evie said, breathing heavily. This is precisely why I always refuse to babysit.

Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story? Are you ready? Shall I begin?

The only thing I'm trying to steal is your heart, doll." Sam smirked. "You're not that talented a thief, Sam Lloyd.

What is the French word for rain? Le rain? La rain? Is the rain masculine or feminine? It's such a bother that it must be masculine.

Any good world would allow for us to have free will, yes?" he continued. "Can we agree to this point? But once human beings have free will, they also have the ability to make choices—and commit evil. Thus, this very good thing, free will, allows the possibility of evil into our fine world.

That's . . . because I am pathetic. In life as in film, find your niche and work it.

Mabel's parents had said that it was bigotry dressed up to look like science.

Amanda raised her glass in a toast. "Here's a wet one to Saint Iris of the Hummocks!" Then she winced and scowled at Riker, who had kicked her under the table. Polly raised her glass and quoted from Hamlet: "And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Jaunti, who was half Qwilleran's age, now had the gall to write a column of wit and wisdom from the Delphic heights of his adolescent ignorance.

Never before had he met anyone who knew, or cared, that it was Chesterfield who said: Let blockheads read what blockheads wrote.

For he's good to think on if a man would express himself neatly.

It's not something I can control, damn it. Every man I know wakes up with a hard-on." "Maybe so, but they do not – repeat, do not - rub it on me." " 'Every man I know' wasn't rubbing it on you! It was just me!" "And it was just your hair that I pulled, wasn't it?" she asked sweetly.

You have underwear. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Did you try it on? Nah. Just rubbed it against my face.