“He attacked me, so I had to slit his throat with a steak knife. But not before I splashed Worcestershire sauce all over it.”
“How do you say, 'Bring me steak and eggs or I'll slit your throat' in Italian?”
“Fish sighed and reached for the hotel phone. 'How do you say, "Bring me steak and eggs or I'll slit your throat" in Italian?' he asked.”
“He smelled like carpeting, Scotch tape, and steak sauce.”
“The feeling of pleasure was like nothing I had ever felt before and I wanted his hands to feel me all over as he sat there groping me and I was left wondering was it him or the drug making me feel so good?”
“I, myself, spent 9 years in an insane asylum and never had any suicidal tendencies, but I know that every conversation I had with a psychiatrist during the morning visit made me long to hang myself because I was aware that I could not slit his throat.”