“Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.”
“Ambrose, your presence is the horseshit frosting on the horseshit cake that is the admissions interview process.”
“Tacos.""Tacos?" I echoed.This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.""I know what a taco is!”
“It's HORSESHIT!”
“The decorator of Las Colimas must have been a great admirer of both early Aztec and late Taco Bell architectural styles.”
“Well," Claire said, "at least we have tacos. Everything goes better with tacos.”