“Knock him out, Paris!''Sure. Want me to spew diamonds from my ass while I’m at it?”

“Hold him. Because if Jericho dies, I’m going to tear his heart out of his chest and feed it to him. (Delphine)Given the ass-whipping you just gave him, I’m sure you will. Remind me to –never- upset that woman. (Zeth)”

“I drink coffee sometimes, but Starbucks’ coffee tastes like burnt ass,” I say.“Actually, it tastes nothing like burnt ass, Anna.”“And how would you know what burnt ass tastes like?”He laughs. “That’s for me to know…and you to find out.”I’m not sure I want to find out, but whatever.”

“I wasn’t in the habit of spewing out personal facts in a church setting. While I was here, I was bound and determined to keep it to myself. If no one was going to stand up and shout, “I’m straight,” then I wasn’t going to wave my Pride flag.”

“A knock interrupted my thoughts. “You okay?”“Yeah. Can I have some freaking privacy?”“Sorry. You’ve just been in there for a while; I wanted to make sure you weren’t sick or anything. I’m leaving now. Also, I’m naked, so if you open the door right now, you’re going to get the full show.”“Pass.”“Suit yourself.”

“I’m rich in poverty. I got no money coming out of my ass. I’m up to my neck in broke.”