“With the Book hitching rides, hiding on people, guess we’re all going to be dressing like skanks for a while, huh? Skintight or skin. Dude, everybody’s everything’s gonna be hanging out, and some o’ those fat chicks at the abbey are gonna gross my eyeballs right outta my head. Muffin tops and camel toes, gah!”
“If you’re gonna have your head split open, it might as well be while you’re riding a wave, dude.”
“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he says,“we’re gonna pick upthose rocks right there,and we’re gonnasmash out the windowsof that cop car…”
“What the hell? We’re all screwed up some way. At least you bathe and I don’t have to fight you for chicks. In my book, that makes you all right.”
“That mess about judging people by the content of their character and not the color of their skin—that's some bullshit. Nobody has the right to judge anybody else. Period. If you ain't been in my skin, you ain't never gonna understand my character.”
“If you're going to ask me if the muffins are low fat, you should know I'm running out of places to hide all the dead bodies.”