“I feel like run-over crap," I complained. "You look like run-over crap," Jenks said. "Drink your tea.”
“I want an expresso. Black. But give me the domestic blend. That Turkish crap gives me the runs for a week. - Jenks”
“Nothing like hearing you look like crap along with feeling like it.”
“John, you look like crap warmed over."He nodded, walking into the conference room for what had now become their daily meeting.Thanks, Tom. I needed that.”
“I won’t be that girl who lets the guy treat her like crap and still fawns all over him.”
“Do you ever feel like running away?""Of course... Sometimes I feel like I want to run away from everything.""I remember having that feeling once when I was at the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm... I climbed over the fence, but I was still in the world!”