Nora Esthim. She was my mother. And she died because of you!
We can't stay here! They'll kill us!
I'm laying here in fetal position. I feel like a traffic cone
I really need to stop carrying a flask around with me in my backpack at school...
I had a dream last night that you and me were eating cheesecake and according to my FATHER I was moaning really loud in my sleep. I seriously have issues.