“Sweet bleedin' hell, luv, this was a smashing idea.”
“What's the bleedin' point?”
“Sweet bleedin’ Christ,” Bones interrupted. “Try not to let this turn you into a Ghost Whisperer, hmm? Adopting Fabian is one thing, but we’realready turning away spooks by the dozen. If you want another pet, we’ll get you more cats.”
“Second row forwards "Don´t do bleedin´ Flamenco!”
“There's no liquor in the land that can stop your brain from bleedin”
“They had no idea that normal didn't exist for me anymore. Normal had been smashed on the rocks beneath the bridge.”