Maxon: “To be clear, no one agrees with you.”

America: “To be clear, I don’t care.

In movies, people pretend to be sick to get their jailers to let them out,” Aaron told them. “Maybe one of us could try throwing up — or frothing from the mouth.”
“Like we’re rabid?” Call asked.
“We don’t have time to argue,” Tamara said, reaching into her satchel, clearly completely panicked, and coming out with a little bottle of clear liquid. “I have hand soap. Quick, Jasper, drink it. You’ll definitely froth.”
“I am not drinking that,” Jasper said. “I am a deWinter. We do not froth.

My sister burns, and she does not burn for you.

How did you get in here?' (...) 'How I got here isn't important, because I could do it twenty times again, each time a different way.

First blood is mine.
Last blood counts for more.

--Artemis Entreri and Drizzt Do'Urden

Coke-heads don't build pyramids.