We Cannot Road Trip To Paris.

Relax, Jailbait," Said Avery. "a Drunken Kiss Is Nothing Compared To A Drunken Fall. God Knows I've Kissed Plenty Of Guys Drunk." "and Yet, I Remain Unkissed Tonight," Mused Adrian.

Don't Be Too Hasty," She Warned. "conserve Your Strength. If You're Too Eager To Fight The Undead, You May Find Yourselves Joining Them. Then You'd Never See Us Again, And We'd Be Very Sad." "yes," Said Christian. "i'd Cry Into My Pillow Every Night." I Resisted The Urge To Kick Him. "well, I Couldn't Visit If I Was Strigoi, Yeah, But Hopefully I'd Just Die A Normal Death. Then I Could Come See You As A Ghost.

So Far I’m Not Seeing A Lot Of Difference Between Me And A Carnival Con-man.

I'm Guessing Whatever 'ways' You Have In Mind Aren't Jill-appropriate Either." "put Your Books Away And I'll Show You.

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.