“I smell like brett riley”

“I need a Stetson, so I can ride you like a cowgirl" - Mercy to Riley”

“It's fine.” Brett shrugged, suppressing the urge to say something like, “The drugs are okay, but the sex is lousy.” But she didn't want her suddenly nun-like sister to have a heart attack before Brett got a chance to pump her for information.”

“I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'""This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste."Brett's glass was empty.”

“In this life, do not be comfy with riley mise–en–scène! Live the life of riley.”

“Were ya really tryin' to stab that demon in the ass?”Riley groaned. “No, I was aiming for its leg, and it moved. I looked like a total dork.”Not to me.”