It Was You And Me, Tom. We

Rose Took My Nose, I Suppose,” He Repeated; The Bubble Of Phlegm In His Throat Made A Disgusting Crackle. “and It Really Blows.

It's Kind Of Hard To Ask A Dead Guy What He Did Wrong.

Shouldn't Someone Give A Pep Talk Or Something?" Minho Asked, Pulling Thomas's Attention Away From Alby. "go Ahead," Newt Replied. Minho Nodded And Faced The Crowd. "be Careful," He Said Dryly. "don't Die.

You Scared Of That Pip-squeak? Dude, You Got A Lot To Learn. Freakin' Newbies.

Vince Couldn't Stop Talking, Spilling Thoughts That Had Obviously Churned Inside Him For Years. "we Could've Stopped The Spread Of The Disease A Lot Better Than We've Been Able To Cure The Disease... Thought The Magical Cure Would Save Them In The End. But If We Wait Any Longer We'll Run Out Of People To Save.