“Alex wonders how such rich genetics conspired to make Bea and Henry both so interesting to look at, all mischievous smiles and swooping cheekbones, but punted so hard on Philip. He looks like a stock photo.”
“Now am I allowed to ask how you are?” // “Honestly, Eddie. I don’t know.” // “You died, Buck. … Allow yourself to process it. Every day you open your eyes in the morning, you feel a little less surprised the world is still there.”
“You live in your invisible girlfriend’s house and you’re telling me about weak excuses?”
“They never wanted another kid. They just had me for parts. Defective parts, as it turned out.” // “Hey, that’s not on you.”
“It’s a locked room mystery.” // “A locked garden mystery. What do you think? Home invasion gone bad? Murder for hire.” // “Was she married? Because the husband is usually the culprit.”