“Then I say, "Let's go and brush our teeth." So Lola says, "But Charlie, I can't brush my teeth because somebody is using my tooth." "But who would use your toothbrush?" I ask. Lola says "I think that lion. I saw a lion with my toothbrush and now he's brushing his teeth with it." "But it isn't this your toothbrush Lola?" "Oh," says Lola, "he must be using yours.”
“I kept this to remind me of you trying to brush away the Villa Rossa from your teeth in the morning, swearing and eating aspirin and cursing harlots. Every time I see that glass I think of you trying to clean your conscience with a toothbrush.”
“Well, I didn't need them.I didn't need anyone. I was Lola Rose.I just wished I looked more like my idea of Lola Rose.”
“I hate weddings,' she says. 'They make me feel so unmarried. Actually, even brushing my teeth makes me feel unmarried.”
“I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower."He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.”
“First I brush my teeth and then I sharpen my tongue.”