“Do you hear that, Francie? You're in college! 'oh gosh, I feel sick.”

“Oh my gosh,Nick. You're not wearing a shirt! This must be one of those exciting days ending in Y.”

“Do you want your scarf back?' I asked.'No, just the girl who goes with it.'Oh my gosh, that guy knows his lines.”

“Oh gosh. I mean, I love Saxon. Yes I do. *slaps forehead* *runs fingers despairingly through hair*”

“[on Halloween]Shaya could hear the clump-clump-clump of their mother's feet on the stairs. When she appeared in the living room doorway, neither Shaya nor Dev could speak. "Oh, gosh," Shaya finally said. "Well? What do you think?" Shaya's lips moved, but she couldn't find the words. Finally Dev uttered, "Mom, you're a… cow." "Right! So that Shaya and I could do a theme." At their blank expressions, she said. "Get it? Cowgirl… cow." Shaya finally found her voice. "Mom, you're… huge. You're huge and black and white and you have an udder.”

“Do you give up?" Shezmu bellowed."No!" I yelled. "No, we don't give up. We will name you. Just . . . Gosh, you're quite well muscled, arn't you? Do you work out?”