“Armando's not a pork chop, I say. She shrugs. At least a pork chop would feed you.”

“And then again, maybe people and things are the same as emotions: Even when you can't see them or feel them or be with them, and even when they have died and even before they are born, they still exist somewhere. Far away or close, they're always somewhere. Maybe nothing in the world is truly lost, I think.”

“It was as if, when her father spoke, her mother looked at him and saw a little goldfish, popping open his mouth over and over again but making no sound. And when her mother spoke, her father looked and saw a piranha doing the same thing.”

“you're so ugly, your momma had to tie a pork chop around your neck so the dog would play with you”

“This is worse than Hollywood, he thought. A girl comes in with a pork chop and I write a song for her.”

“I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?”

“I went to the juice isle, I learned something. Cranberries are taking over everything. What do you got, apples? Put some cranberrise in there, make it 50/50. Cran-apple. Grapes? Cran-grape. Mangos? Cran-mango. Pork chops? Cran-chop!”