You are most definitely different kinds of trouble. Do not even get me started.

[Andrew isn't sure Kevin can handle the girls himself. If he has to look at him smiling that fake smile are making googly eyes at them, he might stab something, or someone.

Right now, though, he's slouching a little in his seat, his leg pressing up against Neil's.
He's a little drunk.]

Neither is my Maserati or these phones, and yet here we are.