“Thank you, Dr. Phil, for that fine psychological assessment," I snapped and motioned my chin to Disco. "Why don't you and Oprah here go take a long walk off a short plank and do the world a favor?”

“Theria snarled at him."Careful my dear, your teeth are showing, and I imagine that is frowned upon here too… Why don't you do yourself a favor and go pluck something. It will really do you the world of good," said Abaddon.”

“what's your name?"what?" i asked, squinting at the light.your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.you know my name."I want you to tell me."Rose. Rose Hathaway."Do you know your birthday?"Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?"Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. "I think she's fine,”

“I hate Dr Phil. Dr Phil told me to express my feelings, so I'm expressing them.”

“I’ve noticed that you are retarded, Dr. Phil.”

“Oprah got her money," she snapped. "You trying to get YOURS! No, turn off that fuckin' TV and get to studying!”