“You should have dragged my butt out of bed.""Your butt's too big to drag," Taylor said.Hayley sat on the floor, facing her sister. "That means yours is too. We have the same butt, remember?""Don't remind me," Taylor said. "I see it every time you walk in front of me.”

“Look at that butt! That's a Bond butt. Don't tell me you haven't noticed? You have to have a great butt to be Bond." She looked incredulous. "And you call yourself a Bond aficionado!""James has sensitive eyes," I said. "Think Pierce Brosnan. That's what gets the ladies." And me.~ (And me, too!) "Spy Candy”

“Once upon a time there was an eighteen-year-old girl who dragged her butt out of bed and hauled it all the way to school on a sunny day in May.”

“Pepper woke up thinking of butts.And nothing else.Ladies' butts.Skinny butts, big butts, saddlebag butts, flabby and firm butts, the kind that sit so high they seem like part of the woman's back, the kind that ride low and form a UU just above the thighs like in the old television commercials for Hanes Underalls, butts that wiggle and butts that jiggle, sagging butts and robust butts, butts that hardly make an impression under a pair of jeans; sidewinder butts and trumpet butts -- the ones so meaty they actually spread out until they appear to be a woman's thighs (ass so fat you can see it from the front), butts as knotty as acorns, butts as smooth as a slice of Gouda, butts with pimples and butts with cellulite, the kind that have pockmarks or red splotches, butts with tattoos and butts with bullet scars. Butts you can cup in your warm hands. Butts and butts and butts.In other words, Pepper woke up horny.”

“Don’t worry, Prima Donna. If you start to look faint, I’ll drag your body to safety.”“My name is Hailey.”“Okay, Hailey. I’ll drag your prima-donna butt to safety, right after I finish my lunch break”

“You've got something to say to me, Seaweed Brain?""You'd probably kick my butt.""You know I'd kick your butt.”