“He books it into that little playground there. I mean the guy is zooming like the Road Runner, skidding through the gravel and the slush and everything. I’m yelling, “Police, police! Stop, motherfucker!” ‘You do not yell, “Stop, motherfucker.”’ ‘I do. Because you know, Palace, this is it. This is the last chance I get to run after a perp yelling, “Stop, motherfucker.”
“Jack turned to Cameron. "Do you just line them up, waiting to yell at me, on the off chance I'll stop by?”
“The books he and his supporters wanted out of the schools, one of mine among them, were not pornographic, although he would have liked our audience to think so. (There is the word "motherfucker" one time in my Slaughterhouse-Five, as in "Get out of the road, you dumb motherfucker." Ever since that word was published, way back in 1969, children have been attempting to have intercourse with their mothers. When it will stop no one knows.)”
“Get out of the road, you dumb motherfucker!”
“Stop yelling. If everyone’s yelling, no one can be heard.”
“T-stop! T-stop!" Liz was yelling. At this point, that was about as helpful as yelling at me that the sky was blue.”