“Why Banning Miller, what a vision you are in your fine dress. Must've taken a dozen slaves a dozen days to get you into that getup. 'Course, your daddy tells me it takes the space of a schoolboy's wink to get you out of it again.”

“Sticks and stones may break your bones, but Chinese throwing stars get you a dozen stitches.”

“Stamp: "Fine Maddy, Whatever. Take your little punk loser to the dance. I don't need you, Maddy. I can ask two dozen, three dozen chicks right now to go with me." Maddy: "Well then," I guess you better start stocking up on corsages.”

“Where are you and what you are doing is something you have done dozens of times before without having any problems.Recognize that you are going to get out of this- that you always get out of this, that you are going to live, that you won't go crazy.I am telling you that you will live, because you always live, because you are strong and beautiful.”

“Oh, by the way, is this your armor? (Grace)It is, or was. (Julian)Can we keep it? (Grace)If you like. Why? (Julian)’Cause, ooo baby, you are one hot tamale in that getup. This outfit alone will get you laid at least four or five times a day. (Grace)”

“It's a wonder, given your prowess with these delicious women, that there aren't dozens of little Bonapartes running around. Tell me, how do you account for that?”