“… you’ll need some help getting acquainted. I’m Carmel Jones.” “Theseus Cassio Lowood. What kind of a parent names their kid Carmel?” She laughs. “What kind of a parent names their kid Theseus Cassio?” “Hippies,” I reply. “Exactly.”
“What kind of parents willingly name their kid Spud? They should be arrested for douchebaggery.”
“I don't care what your name is," she hisses. "And I don't care who you are. If you don't get him some help, I will burn your fucking place down." Go Carmel.”
“Talking to the parents of older kids was helpful for me, since the parents of kids the same age as yours won't admit how horrible their children are. ... you can either practice being right or practice being kind. Screaming in the car helped. [p. 94]”
“Cassio,” she whispers. “Get me out of here.”
“Max Rose: Vo? What kind of name is that? Spader: What kind of name is Rose? Isn't that some kind of flower?”