“For God's sake, woman, I'm not going to dive into the shelves and rip the caps off the bottles. Are you okay?”
“Are you sayin' it's okay to throw yourself at someone for the sake of art but it's not okay to go around bein' nice?”
“Look, you runny-nosed little runt. You're going to back off right now, or I'm going to rip that safety pin out of your nose and pin your mouth shut.”
“I'm going to open another vottle. not a vottle, but a bottle. you open it and I'll drink it. and you try to write as much as I did without falling off of your chair.”
“Is there no easy way to taking this dress off you? Am I going to have to rip it off?”
“I'm going to drink his blood, I'm going to chew up his heart and spit it into the gutter for the dogs to raise a leg at. I'm going to peel the skin off him and rip out his veins and hang him with them.”