Fuck you.”Finn glanced her over, once, leisurely, and when his eyes returned to her flushed and angry face, he said, “You certainly did.

Welcome to Arizona, you bastard.

We don't have dealings. He just stalks me. I'm popular like that.

He was right. The annoying Disney song was right. The universe was too fucking small.

I’m not usually into Asian guys,” she blurted.David resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “All right,” he said evenly, picking his drink up. “Fuck you, then.”“Wait!” Her cheeks colored. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”“Because you’re not into Asian guys, I imagine,” David said, folding his arms.

I suppose you don’t care about anyone,” said Catherine.Finn paused. “I find few people are worth the effort.”“A charmer like you?” she said. “No. I don’t believe it.

You mean you don't want to come in and hold my hand while I piss?

You must be a blast on long car rides.”“Oh, I am. You haven't experienced fun until you try to fuck in the front seat of a Civic.

You were a well-respected agent, Michael, a rags-to-riches fairytale ending. Until you became disgraced. Now it appears your own organization wishes to be rid of you. Why is this?”“My gun turned back into a pumpkin.