“Before I'd touch a square bitch's slit,I'd suck a thousand clappy pricks and swim through liquid shit,They got green puke between their rotten toes,And snot runs from their funky nose,I hope square bitches become syphilitic wrecks,I hope they fall through their own assholes and break their motherfucking necks.”

“My heart lost rhythm at the flicker of phantom in the whiskey-stained voice.”

“You're a cold bitch, Dallas.""Yes, I am.""Well, I suppose if I'd been murdered I'd want a cold bitch looking for my killer.”

“In battle nothing is ever as good or as bad as the first reports of excited men would have it.”

“Son of a motherfucking, ass-reaming, shit-eating, hell-dodging soulless bitch!”

“I wouldn't hit a girl, but i'd beat a bitches ass!”

“I stand and grab a hefty bottle of perfume from the bathroom shelf and return to the bedroom door. It’s not much of a weapon, I know, but it’s heavy and square, and hitting someone over the head with a glass brick has got to be better than bitch-slapping them.”