“I like it here in Austin. Anybody got a room?”
“Got it. Look for a room with a sign with a big arrow that says, ‘Kidnapped Mancies Here,’ ” he said.”
“He was like this when I got here?' That's you alibi?”
“Austin: "Well it is like salvation sort of. I mean the smell. I love the smell of toast. And the sun's coming up. It makes me feel like anything's possible. Y'know?”
“Got just enough room to be a friend of yours. Oh I hope you got room to be a friend of mine.”
“You're in the democratic West now, lady. Anybody's as good as anybody else as long as he's got the dough to prove it.”