Quotes & Sayings About Thomas In The Scorch Trials

Thomas remembered the image of the Cranks at the windows back at the dorm. Like living nightmares, missing only a death certificate to make them official zombies. — James Dashner

Taste good?" Brenda asked as she dug into her own food.
"Please. I'd push my own mom down the stairs to eat this stuff," Thomas said.
"I'd kill your mother for something fresh out of a garden. A nice salad."
"Guess my mom doesn't have much of a chance if she's ever standing between us and a grocery store."
"Guess not. — James Dashner

Thomas had never heard such arrogance from her. She was either a really good actress or had started going crazy. Gained a split personality or two. — James Dashner

Thomas felt his spirits lift, but immediately squashed them back down. Getting his hopes up was something he'd sworn never to do again. Not until all this was over. — James Dashner

He might die."
"Or worse. He might live."
He hears one last thing, finally something that doesn't make him shiver in disgust or fright.
"Or he and the others might save us. Save us all. — James Dashner

Thomas rolled his eyes. "I never said jack about me being braver than anybody. I'm just sick of hearing people's voices. Yours included."
Minho snickered. "Slinthead, when you try to be mean, it's just freaking hilarious. — James Dashner

I can still kick your pony-lovin' butt with twice this much pain."
Thomas shrugged, "I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now. — James Dashner

You're Subject A-two," Newt answered. Then he lowered his eyes
"And?" Thomas pushed.
Newt hesitated, then answered without looking at him. "It doesn't call you anything. It just says ... 'To be killed by Group B. — James Dashner

Too bad we don't have a flashlight."
"Thanks for stating the obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho replied. — James Dashner

Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything. "There's something about us. We're not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We're valuable. Alive, not dead."
The anger on Jorge's face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What's a shank? — James Dashner

A small hole in his shirt revealed a gooey red blob right in the meaty part above his armpit, blood pouring from the wound. It hurt. It hurt bad. If he'd thought his headache downstairs had been tough, this was like three or four of those, all smashed into a coil of pain right there in his shoulder. And spreading through the rest of his body.
Newt was at his side, looking down with worried eyes.
"He shot me." It just came out, a new number one on the list of the dumbest things he'd ever said. The pain, like living metal staples running through his insides, pricking and scratching with their little sharp points. He felt his mind going dark for the second time that day. — James Dashner

Yeah, right," Minho said. "And Frypan's gonna start having little babies, Winston'll get rid of his monster acne, and Thomas here'll actually smile for once."
Thomas turned to Minho and exaggerated a fake smile. "There, you happy?"
"Dude," he responded. "You are one ugly shank. — James Dashner

They called you the Glue"
"The Glue?"
"Yeah. Probably because you're kind of the glue that holds us all together — James Dashner

Thomas had lived in fear and terror the past few weeks, but this was almost too much. To feel safe only to have that snatched away again. — James Dashner

Can you do that?" Thomas asked.
"Huh?"
"Kill someone three times."
"I'd figure out a way. — James Dashner

The girl leaned forward and kissed Thomas on the cheek. You're sweet. I really hope we don't end up killing you, at least. — James Dashner