I HAVE TO WONDER IF THE DIRECTOR WAS LIKE: EVERYBODY STAND AROUND WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HIPS LOOKING VAGUELY DISGRUNTLED… UNLESS YOU’RE THOMAS. THOMAS, YOU STAND AROUND LOOKING CONFUSED.
Don’t make her angry; you won’t like her when she’s angry.
listening to your favorite song as it gets closer to the chorus
Peeta is the Capitol’s weapon.
The same way you’re ours.
— You boys are gonna stick together. You’re gonna look out for each other, and have each other’s backs. You got it?
— We got it.