“A girl could lather up in soap like that.”
“Move, hunt, kill. Like lather, rinse, and repeat.”
“Dearest, I cannot loiter herein lather like a polar bear.”
“How great it would be if our bad memories could be stored in our skin rather than our brains, and we could lather than up, scrubbing incessantly until they sloughed off the surface, gathering at the drain of the tun, completely washed away.”
“Life is like Friday on a soap opera. It gives you the illusion that everything is going to wrap up, and then the same old shit starts up on Monday.”
“If you can pick the baby up without him squirting our of your hands like a bar of soap in the shower, he's not oiled up enough.”