“Damn it all to Disneyland! Where’s crap for brains?”

“She’s a wolf. Get it right, crap for brains. Tink’s knickers, you have got to be the stupidest lunker I’ve ever lit on.”

“Tink's a Disneyland whore!"-Jenks”

“Rachel?” came Ivy’s voice from her room. “Where’s my sword?” “In the foyer where you left it last week when the evangelists were canvassing the neighborhood”

“I feel like run-over crap," I complained. "You look like run-over crap," Jenks said. "Drink your tea.”

“And don’t try to sell me any crap about the kindly demon. I know three of you now, and you are all evil, insane, or just plain nasty.”

“I want an expresso. Black. But give me the domestic blend. That Turkish crap gives me the runs for a week. - Jenks”