“I told her “Have a good weekend.” Then I thought, “Idiot. It’s Sunday night.”
“What are you doing Saturday or Sunday? I’m free this weekend. But come Monday I go back to being a slave.”
“I told you that day: a pair of idiots. I thought she was leading you around by the nose--or some other organ.”
“I told her about my life, I read into her ear the first drafts of my Sunday columns in which, without my saying so, she and she alone was present.”
“And since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.”
“He offers you a chance to surrender. (Female Gallu)I told him to quit sucking the blood of idiots. It’s now infected his own intellect. (Stryker)”