“Pluto will always be a planet in my book. That’s because my book was published before Pluto was blacklisted by planetary scientists.”
“Why did we do that to Pluto? We had it good with Pluto.”
“Pluto is dead.”
“Pluto's pauldrons,” Reyna cursed.”
“What the hell happened to Pluto?!”
“Brandon is your boyfriend, right. You keep saying ‘Brandon is my boyfriend,’” he moved his fingers in quote marks, “and it makes as much sense as ‘I am balancing the planet Pluto on my big toe’ or ‘Kumquats make the best nuclear physicists.”