“What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?”
“Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things.”
“You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!”
“Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.”
“He raised a brow. 'Petunia, Ms. Lane?'I scowled. "Ass, Barrons.”
“We fucked, Ms. Lane. Even cockroaches fuck. They eat each other, too.”