Of course I’m going to die! That’s the way of the world, Baudelaires. Everybody runs around with their secrets and their schemes, trying to outwit one another, and then they die.
No offense, brother, but on the list of things I’d like to wake up to, your face falls somewhere after a horse’s head and Coldplay tickets.
You’ve always been a man comfortable with compromise. I mean, after all, you fell in love with a Canadian.[to Niles]