“Son of a bitch, you're scary," he informed Jackson. "Where the hell did you get that look? Practicing in the mirror every day?”
“Every day that you don't practice is a day you're getting worse.”
“And if you're doing a deal with a religious son of a bitch, get it in writing.”
“What do you mean 'most of the damage happened to my face'?" She gestured to the mirror above the sink on the far side of the room. I ran over to it and looked at my reflection. "Son of a bitch!”
“Get off my planet, you son of a bitch.”
“Son of a bitch! You're Steve Allen!”