“Yer a good lad, Atticus, mowin’ me lawn and killin’ what Brits come around.”
“Honest to God, dollface, you need to stop running around in that fuckin’ nightie. You’re killin’ me.”
“The lawn of Placerville High School is a very good one. It does not fuck around.”
“Brit: What's your major?Alex: Chemistry. And yours?Brit: Chemistry. Kiss me so we can see if we still have it. 'Cause you own my heart, my soul, and everything else in between.”
“Now Jesus don't like killin'/No matter what the reason's for.”
“I would never build a lawn trimmer," Myrnin said. "What did the lawn ever do to me?”