Goooodmorning, my little jumping bean.
I got your salsa right here, bimbo," she said.

“Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.”

“Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anym…”

“Hey!" Claire called after him, as she leaned her backpack against the wall."No …”

“You were leaving, and you didn't even know if I was okay.”