“He called me a piece of cow poop!""Oh, really?" I raised an eyebrow."Yeah! I was just talking to him, and he was all, 'Bull crap!”

“He's a Nethanderal! Behold the might of my caveman!"Mrs. Isaacs looked up at me, "I believe they're called 'Neanderthals', Hon."I looked down at my watercolor caveman, making a face as I felt like a Nethanderal, painting the wall of my cave. "Neanderthal just sounds so...Archaic.”

“Some people call me sick and twisted. I feel that I'm neither; I am instead a Romantic.”

“(about terrible vision) Eyes don't suck, they cry. If you really must know, your mouth sucks, especially once you get a straw. Feel the sucky power!”

“We might be dumb, y'all, but we have some pretty great ideas.”

“I zigga zumba!”

“I can think of something else that would make me feel even better.”She raised her eyebrows. “Oh?” With a nod he gave her a wicked smile. “Yeah. It’s warm…and it feels really good when I’m in it…and I love how it’s always wet for me…”“You think so, huh?” she smirked.“Well yeah. A shower is usually wet when I—”She slugged him in the shoulder and he laughed out loud."Van!”