“I’m gonna shine myself about 20 pair-a shoes, make about $100...or I'm gonnakill somebody…”

“When you say, “I’m just gonna think about God,” what are you thinking about?”

“I’m sorry about this,' she said to the dead woman, 'but I’m gonna need your clothes.”

“There’s nothing nine-tenths about me as a person. I’m a 100% kind of guy, at least half the time.
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“She felt about her zester the way some women do about a pair of spiky red shoes--a frivolous splurge, good only for parties, but oh so lovely.”

“Despite myself, I wince.  Everything about her screams “psychopath” – and not the ho-hum, hey-kid-I’m-a-creepy-loner-who’s-gonna-chop-you-up-and-eat-you kind that Hollywood adores.  She’s the truly effed-up variety.  The hey-bitch-I’m-the-pageant-spawned-nightmare-who’s-gonna-make-you-wish-you-were-dead-if-you-even-think-about-running-against-me-for-Prom-Queen type.  And it’s got me checking for the nearest exit.Until he steps in.”