“Oh good Lord. She definitely hadn't put on enough deodorant for this.”
“You . . . smell like rain." Whatever I expected, that hadn't been it. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" "Good," he said. "Definitely good.”
“Oh good lord, I'm in a three-way with a cello.”
“Oh, Lord, she thought. This was crazy. She was being haunted by one ghost and guarded by another.”
“Oh, Lord - responsibility. That word worked on me until I worked on it, until I looked at it carefully and broke it down into the two words that make its true definition: the ability to respond.”
“And I was fairly certain that my strong-enough-for-King-Kong-but-made-for-a-woman deodorant had utterly failed. --Doom with a View”