“Jesus Christ," he muttered to the ceiling. "All those times I sat in the office and laughed my ass off at stories of Lee, Eddie, Hank and Vance. They should have fuckin' medals.”

“I think we should break up,” I told him.“Jesus, you’re a pain in the ass,” he muttered and went back to his book.“Seriously, Vance.”“Shut up, Jules,” he said without taking his eyes from his book.”

“I had to soften him up because, for whatever reason, all the Rock Chicks had an alternate Hot Bunch guy, Indy's was Eddie. Roxie's was Vance. Jules was Luke. Ava's was Lee. Mine was Mace.”

“Jesus, you think you’re fuckin’ Catwoman”, he muttered. “I do not. Catwoman wore a leotard and stupid ears and fake claws. That’s just silly.”

“Holy crap,” Mindy whispered.“Jesus Christ,” Brody muttered.“Oh my God,” I breathed.“What the fuck?” Max clipped.”

“Okay,” I started, “perhaps at this juncture we should discuss ourrelationship.”“Clue in again, Gwen, the reason our relationship is the way it is, isso I don’t ever have to waste my fuckin’ time doin’ stupid-ass shitlike discussing it.”Oh boy. Now I was getting really angry.”

“Darlin' you're the greediest piece of ass I've had in my bed in a long fuckin' time. I got a taste for greedy, you think I'm not gonna take it?”