“So, buddy…”
“[...] don't you know who that Fat Lady really is? ... Ah, buddy. Ah, buddy. It's Christ Himself. Christ Himself, buddy.”
“Not in this lifetime, buddy,” I said finally. “Resistance is futile, Kitten.” “So is your charm.” “We’ll see.”
“So what do you think the physical effect was?"Roman Laughed. "Buddy," he said, "she was tripping.”
“Brahman and I are buddies.”
“Buddies didn't have touchable breasts or intriguing vaginas. Buddies were people you burped around and bragged to about other women.”