Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.
You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion?
What we have here is a failure to communicate.
By the way, you have a fine ass. Sir.
If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode.
Pull up your big-girl panties, Gabi.
And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?
You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!
New Englanders could be so brusque.