“Need some help, Ass Kicker?”

“I lied. I need your help.""Who are we killing?""Do you have a pen?”

“But she was funny sometimes, and never boring. God, it would almost be worth it to see her face when she realized that I had saved her ass again. Actually it was quite a nice ass, come to think of it. In fact, my memory of the ass and its owner seemed to be remarkably clear.”

“If there is anything I can do, I'll help. Don't get excited. It's not because of you. For the child. If it wasn't for her and the flare, I'd throw your dumb ass out of this window.""What does the flare as to do with it?""I don't want it to be attributed to a loss of control on my part. When I thorw you out of the window, I want there to beno doubt the act was deliberate.”

“Say 'pop.'" "Pop?" "That was the sound of me pulling your head out of your ass.”

“He glued the chair to my ass."Silence."Is it still...attached?""I can't get it off.”

“I picked up the phone and dialed Andrea's extension. “Yes?” “He glued the chair to my ass.” Silence.”