“Nobody's that naive," she muttered. "Nobody's that guileless.""He's from Nebraska." Peabody scanned her pocket unit."From where?""Nebraska." Peabody waived a hand, vaguely west.... "They still grow them pretty guileless in Nebraska. I think it's all that soy and corn.”
“Omaha, Nebraska. Sac City, Iowa. Alexandria, Indiana. Darwin, Minnesota. Hollywood, California. Alliance, Nebraska.”
“Art, like Nebraska, is a journey into thin air, a walk into whiteness, where you lose everything but yourself.”
“Wow. This makes grand central look like a bus stop in Buttfuck Nebraska.”
“You're a vampire, Richie. And I've got a gun the size of Nebraska. What's the worst that could happen?”
“She wore a cantilevered, augmented-breast-skimming satin dress the colour of egg-yolk. Somewhere in deepest Nebraska, a prom queen two sizes smaller than Selena was wondering where the fuck her outfit had disappeared to.”