“I'm glad I got you!”
“I'm always saying 'Glad to've met you' to somebody I'm not at all glad I met.”
“Dude, got eyes? I'm collecting evidence." [...] "In Ziploc bags.""I think they're Glad.""They look impartial to me.”
“Ann, I love you. I hope my car starts. I hope the sink isn't plugged up. I'm glad I didn't fuck a groupie. I'm glad I'm not very good at getting into bed with strange females. I'm glad I'm an idiot. I'm glad I don't know anything. I'm glad I haven't been murdered. When I look at my hands and they are still on my wrists, I think to myself, I am lucky.”
“We got boobies!" the kid me said, gawking at my chest. "I'm really glad we got boobies. Finally.”
“I've got two backs, me - and I'm glad! Tits can be . . . mwa, I know, but they're always in the bloody road. Even in bed.”