Little sister, what are you doing here?
Stalking you, big brother!
If you’re getting into trouble, I hope to get into some with you.
I am such a bad influence. I buy you alcohol. I let you bum cigarettes off of me. I feed you carbs after nine PM.
Carbs are required at all hours of day or night. The rest is just frosting on the cake, Tris.
But, if you wanted to know, you are a terrible influence.
Carbs after nine, according to our dear mother, is “the biggest mistake a young lady can make besides screwing out of wedlock.” Bless her soul.
You still love me even if I give you all of my bad habits?
Neither seems like much of a mistake to me.
You know that I’ll love you forever.
