Run little lion,

i have to go. but if i find one single dog hair when i get back, i’ll rub…sand…in your dead little eyes.

do you think this is a game?

sorry, i was picturing whore island.

you’re looking for the answer “yes”?

do not wind her up. that is a big gun & she is baby crazy.

the thought of me dying gives you an erection?!

do you want ants? because that’s how you get ants!

oh, i’m crazy?  you’re the one who killed a perfectly good hooker.

do you really want to open this can of trust-breachy worms right after i just caught you & my ex-boyfriend with a dead hooker in the trunk?

yeah, she’s kind of weird that way.

yeah, she’s kind of weird a bunch of ways.

call kenny loggins…‘cuz you’re in the danger zone.

you said no dates.

um, phrasing?

all I’ve had today is, like, six gummy bears & some scotch.

wow. forgot how much i hate that.

oh my god, you like…sneeze glitter.

we bought those for him & if you throw them off the roof i will fly to new york & fling acid in your face.

hmm, or you could be a sarcastic bitch your whole life.

i’m sorry, are you addressing me? because your authority is not recognized in fort kickass.

why is your instinctive response to run toward explosions?

your clothes. give them to me!

i wouldn’t be caught dead in a sweater-vest! 

i’m sorry, did you say “incapacitated”?

he’s a master chef! which, turns out, is not nearly as gay a job as i thought it was. i mean, it’s no secret agent, but it’s way above architect.

SMOKE FIGHT! WOOOO!

what? It was either this or the vespas. it’s not my fault italy’s so gay!

do you wanna finish that thought?

do you wanna shut your big, fat, negative-wordsy mouth?!

get me some poison, because i am already dead inside.

         With her bag full of food, water and basic medical supplies,          Juliet slung it over her shoulder. Just as she was headed          into the jungle, she felt an hand clasp around her wrist. 

                ‘Juliet ——— where are you headed?’ 

        The blonde turned, eyes meeting with Jack. ‘Kate’s missing,         someone’s got to go out and find her,’ she answered in a calm         monotonous voice even though she was beyond worried. Jack         shook his head and chuckled. 

                ‘It’s Kate we’re talking about here, she can handle herself.                 I’m sure she’s fine, you know how she likes to run off.’ 

“ I might not be the smartest of the bunch but I can tell when you’re lyin’ to me. “