“I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing.Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.”

“Today is the first day of the rest of your existential crisis.”

“I have the body of an 18-year-old, but it's in the trunk of my car and it's starting to smell. ”

“We still have time to back out, I guess, if we want to. I don't see the karmic police coming to take us into existential custody, y'know?”

“Look, Laszlo. I'll have the dentist with me, and I don't want to alarm her any more than necessary. So take Vanna out of the backseat and stick her in the trunk."Shanna halted. Her mouth dropped open. Her throat seized up, making it hard to breathe.I don't care how much crap you have in the trunk. We're not driving around with a naked body in the car."Oh no! She gasped for air. He was a hit man.”

“In the antiseptic world we try to purge ourselves of difficult things. Don't dwell on it, switch off the light and go home. But this is home. I have to be a home to myself. I am the place I come back to and I can't keep hiding difficult things in trunks. Soon the house will be full of trunks and I perched on top with the phone saying 'Yes, I'm fine, of course, I'm fine, everything's fine.' The trunks shudder”