I’m not your bitch, Phobos. You didn’t drag me out of the pound to put a collar on me. Don’t expect me to heel because you say so. You are on my turf now. Think about it. (ZT)

“How can this be your car? (Nick)Well, I wrote a really big check that didn’t bo…”

“Well, we better be quick and not become human popsicles. I’m going to be really…”

“You see, you’re doing it again. Telling me nothing. (Tory)You know, trust is al…”

“Holy green guacamole! (Selena)”