Rachel Hawkins

"Let's just say you may regret that second piece of cake.' Oh my God. Regret cake? Whatever was about to happen must be truly evil."

"Yeah, I was thinking about taking one of those showers where you huddle in the corner fully clothed and cry,' Archer offered."

"I picked up the nearest weapon I could lay my hands on: a stapler. I lifted it, going for “menacing.” I admit it lacked a certain elegance, but hey. It was worth a shot. David placed his hand on my arm and pushed it back down.“What?”“Just . . . That’s embarrassing for all of us,” he replied."

"I wish we could go to the mo."