“Tohr jacked forward his in his seat. "What the hell!"As Lassiter's big body cut through the projection onto the screen, a gigantic pair of flapping breasts covered his face and chest. "Adventures in the Milfy Way. A true classic.""It's porn!""Duh--""Okay, I am not sitting through this with you"The angel, still standing up. shrugged. "Just wanted to make sure you know what you're missing.”

“Uh, what are you doing?''What does it look like I'm doing?' Jake asks, settling into the seat beside me. The bus jerks forward. 'I'm sitting beside you.''No, you're not. Your seat is in the middle. Nice try, though.'He has the audacity to ignore me, sets his book bag on his lap and rummages through it. After a minute, he pulls out a folded sheet of paper and hands it to me.I unfold it. 'A love letter? How sweet.''No.' He turns pink. 'It's just something I found on the Internet-''Porn? You shouldn't have.”

“Well, you know what they say. The quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach."-"Indeed? I thought it was through a hole in his chest." -Jessica Thornton”

“Tohr shook his head. "If you're going to get plastered, why can't you do it like areal man." "I like the taste of fruit." "You are what you drink."The angel glanced up at the clock, "Shit. I missed Maury. But, I DVR'd Ellen.”

“The way to a man's heart is through his stomach...just make sure you thrust upward through his ribcage.”

“Tohr took a pull of his beer. “What the hell is this?”“When Harry Met Sally.”Tohr lowered the longneck from his mouth. “What?”“Shut it. After this, we’re going to watch an episode of Moonlighting. Then An Affair to Remember—the old-school one, not that stupidity with Warren Beatty. Then The Princess Bride—”Tohr hit the switch by his hip and straightened the chair up. “Okay. Right. Have fun with this—”