“Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.”

“Is Adrian here?”
“Who?”
“Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.”
She frowned. “Do you mean Jet?”
“I … I’m not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?”
The girl nodded sagely. “Yup. You must mean Jet.”

“Who is he?"
"An idiot, said Adrian. "Makes me look like an upstanding member of society.”

“I look like an exploding tomato and shout like a jet engine and every time I see it, it makes me cringe.”

“When I was a kid, I was into The New York Jets. And then I got into girls as I got older, and then I got back into the Jets because I'd realized there's times when the girl won't f*^k you, but the Jets will always f*^k you.”

“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.”

“Adrian looked away from me and down to where my hand covered his. I blushed and pulled away. “Sorry” I’d probably freaked him out”

“It's going to give you nightmares for the rest of your wasted life."
Oh, my God, I was so badass. It was all I could do not to give a”

“My physics teacher used to say Diogenes shouldn’t have wasted his time looking for an honest man,” Shirl said, “he should have been looking for somebody who thought for himself.”

“Historically inaccurate.' Adrian gestured at me with his other hand, the one not on my shoulder. "Who the hell looks at you and says 'historically inaccurate'?”