“Life is too frickin' crazy sometimes, it really is.... You never know what's going to happen, do you.”

“I'll call you," Manny said."You do that, my man. You frickin' do that."-Manny to V”

“Shit, it was so damn girly. Next thing you knew, she was going to start crying at TV ads and doing her nails. And getting a frickin' pocketbook.”

“Phury was the only other possibility, but he was a celibate with a broken frickin' heart. Not really man-whore material.”

“Hey, what are you doing, little one? You want more? You are just too much . . . you . . . oh, no . . . not the quivering lip . . . oh, no.” Nalla let out a giggle. “Outrageous! You want more, and you know you’re going to get what you want because of The Lip. Jeez, you’ve got your father wrapped around your little finger, don’t you.”

“I brought us all Big Macs,” he said happily. “I know you dig ’em, remember?” “What the…” Tohr tightened his grip on his shellan, just in case . . . well, shit, with the way things were going lately, anything could happen. “What are you doing here?” “It’s your lucky day, motherfucker.”

“I'm an angel not a frickin' saint.”