"[Haymitch and Effie’s relationship] is very classic rom-com. I’d say more like Bogie and Bacall. It’s more about glances and attitude towards each other." - Elizabeth Banks
There. He’s done it again. Dropped a bomb that wipes out the efforts of every tribute who came before him.
“You’re alive,” I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that’s so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta’s alive.”
"Ally. I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try and figure you out. The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up"
'You and me, we made a deal to try and save him. Remember?' Haymitch says. When I don't respond, he disconnects after a curt 'Try and remember.
And I made a little prison
And I'm locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me