“They turned to Angel. "We will call you Little One," the leader said, obviously deciding to dispense with the whole confusing name thing.
"Okay," said Angel agreeably. "I'll call you Guy in a White Lab Coat." He frowned.
"That can be his Indian name," I suggested.”
― Angel and Max
“I can talk to fish!" Angel said happily, water dripping off her long, skinny body. "Ask one over for dinner," Fang said, joining us.”
― Angel
“They [Erasers] were bad fliers," Angel chimed in, "And in their minds, they weren't all kill the mutants, like they usually are. They were like, remember to flap!”
― Angel
Angel: "He could totally be your boyfriend. You guys could get married.
I could be like a junior bridesmaid. Total could be your flower dog."
Max: I'm only a kid! I can't get married!
Angel: You could in New Hampshire.
Max: Forget it! No one's getting married! Not in New Hampshire or anywhere else!
Not in a box, not with a fox! Now go to sleep, before I kill you!
I could be like a junior bridesmaid. Total could be your flower dog."
Max: I'm only a kid! I can't get married!
Angel: You could in New Hampshire.
Max: Forget it! No one's getting married! Not in New Hampshire or anywhere else!
Not in a box, not with a fox! Now go to sleep, before I kill you!
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