“If the Angels won, the entire Earth would be nothing but one giant Christmas frickin' morning, a choking wave of happiness and warmth and caring and sharing taking over everything.”

“I'm an angel not a frickin' saint.”

“Lassiter came in alone, likely because Doc Jane had returned to the Pit. And the angel was naked as a jaybird… and just frickin’ fine. No bullet holes, no scars, no contusions.“You keep looking at me like that and you’d better buy me dinner afterward.”

“Can you drive any faster?" Tohr demanded."I got the pedal to the medal" The angel looked back. "And I don't care what I have to mow over”

“This place is just too frickin precious," the cop said, eyeing a guy dressed in a hot pink leisure suit with makeup to match. "Give me rednecks and home-grown beer any day of the week over this X-culture bullshit.”

“Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.”

“What... are you?" she choked out."No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.”