“Running my mouth has hurt enough people already - the least I can do is to shut up.”
“I said shut up once already, with my mouth.”
“I don't care what you do to me, but I don't want you to hurt me. I've had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.”
“Shut. Up," June squealed. "You have a date with that guy?" She giggled and covered her mouth. "Shut up, shut up, shut up! Tell me everything.""I can't do both," I pointed out.”
“Shut up!' I shouted. 'Why can you not see that my desire to be rid of you has nothing to do with feistiness or women's problems or fear of being caught, but has everything to do with you!”
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” I asked.“What?”“Keepin’ your mouth shut for once.”