“My god, there's absolutely nothing tenth-rate about you, and yet you're up to your neck at this minute in tenth-rate thinking.”
“The human race has not devised any way of dissolving barriers, getting to know the other chap fast, breaking the ice, that is one-tenth as handy and efficient as letting you and the other chap, or chaps, cease to be totally sober at about the same rate in agreeable surroundings.”
“You're on tenth base, I can't find you.”
“You boast of spending a tenth part of your income in charity; may be you should spend the nine tenths so, and done with it.”
“When you're in the shit up to your neck, there's nothing left to do but sing.”
“Theres something alluring and dangerous about him, but comforting and protective. When I think about him, my stomach knots, my heart rate quickens and...and I could go on... -Laney”