No One Was Normal, Not Really.

Can't You Ever Get Off For Good Behavior?" "sure, If I Was Ever Good.

Call Me Crazy For Asking This, But, Um, Are Lissa And I Going With You?" "no" "no?" "no.

„ma'am?“ She Glanced Up At Me, Pushing Her Glasses Up Her Nose As She Did. “hmm? Oh, I Remember You. Miss Melbourne.“ “melrose,“ I Corrected. “are You Sure? I Could've Sworn You Were Named After Someplace In Australia.“ „well, My First Name Is Sydney,“ I Said, Not Sure If I Should Be Encouraging Her.

Look Who's Calling The Cauldron Black." "kettle. It’s A Kettle. Get Your Metaphors Right." "that Wasn’t A Metaphor. It Was A, You Know..." He Stared Off Into Space, Blinking. "one Of Those Things That’s Symbolic Of Another Thing. But Isn’t The Same Thing. Just Like It." "you Mean A Metaphor?" "no! It’s Like A Story...like...a Proverb! That’s It." "i’m Pretty Sure That Wasn’t A Proverb. Maybe It Was An Analogy." "i Don’t Think So.

I, Had An Excellent Instructor. One That You Currently Have Locked Up. If You Want To Talk About Skills Going To Waste, Then Go Look In Your Own Jail.