“Mr. Pot drank ten pots of coffee, even though I only made eight. That’s a savings of 20%! ”
“So, Noah smoked pot. I drank beer. We made a beautiful couple.”
“Sam, I really want to buy a red coffee pot, if they exist," Grace said."I'll find you one”
“Watching the couple, she silently wishes she had just cleaned out her damn coffee pot.”
“Life gives us clay; it is we to make a pot out of it! But sometimes it gives us pot; it is again we to keep it in one piece, as a pot! All jobs are ours! Life only gives things and it has no other responsibility!”
“Stop smiling!” she ordered. “I can see you, Carter. Oh…and, uh, hullo, Walt.”The pot monster made squeaky grinding noises as it stood up straight. One clunky arm rose and tried to fix Sadie’s nonexistent hair. Leave it to Sadie to beself-conscious around boys, even when she’s made out of pots and duct tape.”