“And now?" I touched Baltic's cheek, drawing his attention away from tragic memories. "Is he being coldly mad now?""No. I thought at first he was, but I see now that the act of being raised as a shade has changed him, leached the madness out of him."Behind us, present-day Constantine yelled, "You call me a douche canoe? I am not the douche canoe -- you are. No, you are more than that -- you are a douche speed-boat!""Most of the madness," Baltic qualified.”
“The guy just stood there. Hello. There’re zombies everywhere. Try looking behind you, douche canoe.”
“You will say that I am old and mad, was what Michaelangelo wrote, but I answer that there is no better way of being sane and free from anxiety than by being mad.”
“You're worse than a douche bag. You're a douche puddle, the excrement of a douching.”
“I tried to push down my anger. One thing I hated more than Daemon's douche-nozzle side was him telling me what to do. "You don't own me, Daemon.""It's not about ownership, you little nut.""Nut?" I glared at him. "I wouldn't call me names when I have a knife in my hand.”
“I may have at some point referred to him as a douche nozzle.”