What about the animals?” Ty asked. “Who the hell needs this many dogs anyway?”
“What’s wrong with being a pet owner?” Cameron asked.
“Yeah, you pronounced ‘hoarder’ wrong.

Someone would have to be out of their mind not to come back to you. I walked through a blizzard to get here.

This Saturday? As in tomorrow Saturday? We have to give lectures in twelve hours? We're not prepared for that! I can't just pull a cyber-crimes lecture out of my ass!" He could, but it was the principle of the thing.

Good kitty"
"Why do you encourage them?"
"They're good kitties."
"They're your minions."
"Everyone needs a minion or two"
"You won't be so pleased when you find me ground up in their food bowl one day.

I'm Catholic. I don't pray, I just ask for forgiveness after.

What do you want, MacGuffin, a duel?”
“No.” Julian held out both hands, one palm flat, the other held over it in a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors. Two out of three.”
Ty rolled his eyes and held out his fist, apparently willing to play. Julian hit his palm three times, and Ty kept time with his fist in the air. But when Julian threw a paper, Ty reached into his jacket with his other hand and pulled his gun, aiming it at Julian.
“Ty!” Zane said in exasperation from the front seat.
“Glock, paper, scissors. I win.”
“You are an ass,” Julian muttered.