“Flushed with the explosive shit of a sumo wrestler who ate Mexican food.”
“To tell you the truth, sleepless nights are as unusual for me as sumo wrestlers who look good in berets.”
“You can't get decent Mexican food in DC.”
“He ate in your car? No shit?”
“Though the kitchen's decor stinks, the smell of something wonderful pulls me away from Charlie's chattering. Bacon. Right there cooking on the stove. Yeah, I know. I'm dead. But I can still eat like a sumo wrestler. And if that deliciousness isn't on a plate in front of me within two minutes, I'm eating it straight from the pan.”
“I ate Satan, and then shit out a snake.”