“Anyone else asks how I’m doing I’ll say okay, and that wil be bullshit. It’s true, but it’ll stil be bullshit.”

“What’d you wish?” “I can’t tell you that!” I say indignantly. “Why not?” “Because it won’t come true.” Do I really need to say this? I’m pretty sure it’s a given in wish situations.“Bullshit.” “It’s the rule,” I insist. “It’s only the rule with birthday cakes and shooting stars, not pennies in fountains.”

“Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit.”

“Great, I’ll continue this junior high bullshit and tell her that Ty. You got anything else I should whisper to her at recess?” Take asked, pissed as all hell.”

“Bullshit, as you Americans say.He's Irish.The Irish say bullshit too.”

“It's a piece of piss. You know what I do? I just get up and read the paper. Then people ask questions, and I just bullshit. Actively bullshit, as opposed to passively. That's the best bit. Just bullshitting. Piece of utter piss.”