“I may have at some point referred to him as a douche nozzle.”

“I tried to push down my anger. One thing I hated more than Daemon's douche-nozzle side was him telling me what to do. "You don't own me, Daemon.""It's not about ownership, you little nut.""Nut?" I glared at him. "I wouldn't call me names when I have a knife in my hand.”

“It mattered to us both to have some point of reference in that strange place, some means of attesting to the effect it had on us. [p. 87]”

“I look at him."It's odious," he says."Detention?" I ask, confused."Huh?"We have no idea what the other is talking about."What's odious?" I ask."O.D.S," he says, pointing to his discman and obviously referring to some dropkick band.Like I really care.”

“You're worse than a douche bag. You're a douche puddle, the excrement of a douching.”

“And now?" I touched Baltic's cheek, drawing his attention away from tragic memories. "Is he being coldly mad now?""No. I thought at first he was, but I see now that the act of being raised as a shade has changed him, leached the madness out of him."Behind us, present-day Constantine yelled, "You call me a douche canoe? I am not the douche canoe -- you are. No, you are more than that -- you are a douche speed-boat!""Most of the madness," Baltic qualified.”