Do not snap towels at me, Bobby. I had a very traumatic childhood.
Divorces do really strange things to normals, Sarah. They lose their fake happiness, they forget the way to the mall, and then they come downtown to find themselves.
You cannot hide in minimalist furniture!
Well, now, when you’re a poor little orphan foster wretch, anything’s possible. Or so we tell ourselves.
Out of nine so far, one’s a psycho who killed four others, one committed suicide, one is a bloody soccer mum, and then there’s you. My crazy sister is sane by comparison.
Last time I checked, human cloning was illegal, let alone impossible.
I’m beginning to realize crazy is genetic.
I need to change. Fetch me something gay.
I don’t leave prints when I burgle.
I don’t do backup! I don’t even know what backup is!
How’s Vic the d*ck?
Delphine’s got your number? Well, we definitely need new clone phones.