“My name," said Mr. Fresh."Pardon?" Charlie stopped tying himself up."I dress in mint green because of my first name. It's Minty."Charlie completely forgot what he was worried about. "Minty? Your name is Minty Fresh?"Charlie appeared to be trying to stifle a sneeze, but then snorted an explosive laugh. Then ducked.”
“I just got around to brushing my teeth today, and now my asshole smells minty fresh.”
“Toothpaste pie is no substitute for swishing around minty-fresh love in your mouth and then rinsing out with cold, refreshing reality. But don’t take my word for it, because I’m not a dentist.”
“He tasted all minty and fresh, and lord knows I had to have tasted all rotten, full of hate and frustration.”
“So this is it, huh? Not how I thought I’d go out. (He glanced around at the extremely green cavern walls.) Well, at least we’ll all be minty fresh when we go.” – Sasha”
“The willow is green; flowers are read. The flower is not red; nor is the willow green. Same went for Charlie. Charlie was my friend; he was very nice to me. Charlie was not my friend; nor was he very nice to me.”