“My momma always said, 'You and Elvis are pretty good, but y'all ain't no Chuck Berry.”

“The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red.”

“Can't introduce ya,' the feline admitted.'Why not?''Don't know his name.''Snuggling up to a man y'all don't know. My momma was right. Yankees are whores.''Well, I know him,' MacDermot volumteered.The She-wolf stared at her. 'So?''You said y'all.''I didn't say 'all y'all.' So I wasn't talking to you.''I don't understand your country-speak,' McDermot complained, dropping into the desk chair across from Crush.”

“If y'all find a couple of my toes on ya plate, jess let me know, 'cause I'm missin' a few. I put my foot in this heah meal.” ~Big Momma”

“However, neither he nor anyone else could have become the star Elvis was. Ain't nobody like Elvis. Never was.”

“People always talk about good time rock and roll, Chuck Berry or whatever, like this liberating force for feeling good. But what I need in my life is to be liberated into feeling bad. Not sad. I have plenty of sad. What I need is a place where I can spray anger in sparks like a gnarled piece of electrical cable. Just be mad at stuff and soak in the helplessness. ”