“You could BE somebody," he said, focusing a tight shot on her face. "Honey," she said, mugging for the camera like an old time movie queen, "I already am somebody.”
“Somebody's girlfriend," she said. "Somebody's sister, somebody's daughter. All these things I never knew I was before, and I still don't really know what I am.”
“I said "Somebody should do something about that." Then I realized I am somebody.”
“Ranger was grinning. "Somebody beat the shit out of this guy before he got shot." "That would be me."I said."Babe,"Ranger said, the grin widening.”
“That’s different,” I said. And it was. A portrait is a picture where somebody gets to choose what you look like. How they want to see you. A camera catches whichever you happens to be there when it clicks.”
“One more game," somebody behind her said, and somebody else said, "But who's going to be It?”