“Listen to me. You have the fashion sense of a park bench and the interpersonal skills of a meat cleaver--""Is this supposed to be helping?""Let me finish--""What's next? The size of my cock?""Hey, even pencils can get the job done--I've heard the moaning from your room to prove it.”

“What’s next? The size of my cock?” “Hey, even pencils can get the job done—I’ve heard the moaning from your room to prove it.”

“As a housewife, I feel that if the kids are alive when my husband gets home from work, then hey, I've done my job”

“Listen to me, Siddalee, and listen good: There is no excuse to let your looks go, no matter how poor you are. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, but honey let me tell you, ugliness will get you nowhere.”

“O Lord my God, tell me what you are to me. Say to my soul, I am your salvation. Say it so that I can hear it. My heart is listening, Lord; open the ears of my heard and say to my soul, I am your salvation. Let me run toward this voice and seize hold of you. Do not hide your face from me: let me die so that I may see it, for not to see it would be death to me indeed.”

“Kiss me again, but don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer--but yours! How can I?”