“I've always wanted the IQ of a rock. No, wait. That would be an insult to the rock.”
“Scott Waldron.' 'What?' Robbie's lip curled in a glimace of disgust. 'The jockstrap? Why, does he need you to teach him how to read?' I scowled at him. 'Just because he's captain of the football team doesn't mean you can be a jerk. Or are you jealous?' 'Oh, of course, that's it,' Robbie said with a sneer. 'I've always wanted the IQ of a rock. No, wait. That would be an insult to the rock...”
“I've always felt that rock & roll was very, very wholesome.”
“Rock Music? No way, dude. Rock rules, and always will.”
“I've learned to let my characters speak and act the way they want to! I've tried to interfere but they just get angry at me and throw big rocks.”
“I would hit you on the head with a rock and drag you away from this. But it would only shatter the rock.”