“Robot. Is. Sad. Because silly bitch. Will. Not. Dance.”

“See, now I don't know whether to be all 'Yay!' because you're empowered or sad because you're having delusional almost-sex with an imaginary boyfriend.”

“Hasta la vista, bitch.”

“Bitches will take your ass down if you try to publish that. Peace out.”

“There’s a moment of profound sadness that can be dispelled only by summoning my anger.”

“He frowns. "A dance with the carnivorous Felicity? Why? Has she eaten all the other available gentlemen?”

“In the end, I take my shoes off and stick my feet in, letting the lukewarm water lick at my ankles. It feels good, and not just because I’m stoned. I make a mental note to add this to Dulcie’s list of things worth living for. For some reason, I keep seeing her rolling her eyes at me, that big, goofy grin stretching her face like Silly Putty. On my private list, I add her smile. She doesn’t have to know.”