( ' Bet my dinner ends up better than yours.' (Madrox) )

( 'There's no easy solution, in spite of what people hard on either side might say. ' (Pete) )

( 'We didn't set -this- buildin' on fire, right?' )

( 'Oh, /shit/.' (X-Factor) )

( 'So, we know a lot of /stuff/, only half of which is even probably useful, and there's still a lot we need to know, right?' )

( 'I'll come back in a few hours and bounce a giant stupid beach ball off you both.' (Percy, Madrox) )

( 'Nicaragua equates Disneyland.' (Remy, Terry, Madrox, Pete, Felicia) )

( 'Does the past imbed itself on the fabric of matter?Is my every action recorded in the air?' (Madrox, Terry) )

( 'It's all a mess of details and to do lists.' (Elias) )

One thing I am really not fond of is fire. I can handle the dark, I can handle the people being assholes and throwing things and yelling (although /really/ Bahir, /must/ you?), but apparently I have had my fill of fire.

I swear there was a time when the worst thing to be afraid of in Manhattan was a mugging.

( 'Just a simple apology this time. ' (Madrox) )