“Alicia, do I sell fertilizer?" Massie asked."No, why?" Alicia fell for Massie's setup."Then why do you think I give a crap?”
“Am I a vampire?" Massie asked. "Huh?" Alicia asked. "Then why are you keeping me in the dark?”
“It was becoming more and more evident that Salem was a town that celebrated individuality, a real live-and-let-live kind of place. Melody felt a gut punch of regret. Her old nose would have fit in here."Look!" She pointed at the multicolored car whizzing by. Its black door were from a Mercedes coupe, the white hood from a BMW; the silver trunk was Jaguar, the red convertible top was Lexus, the whitewall tires were Bentley, the sound system was Bose, and the music was classical. A hood ornament from each model dangled from the rear view mirror. Its license plate appropriately read MUTT."That car looks like a moving Benton ad.""Or a pileup on Rodeo drive." Candace snapped a picture with her iPhone and e-mailed to her friends back home. They responded instantly with a shot of what they were doing. It must have involved the mall because Candace picked up her pace and began asking anyone under the age of fifty where the cool people hung out.”
“The Clique: The only thing harder then getting in is staying in.”
“Claire, did I invite you to my barbeque?" Massie asked, her neck tilting to the right and her arms tightly crossed."Huh? No. I mean, I don't know," Claire said."Then why are you all up in my grill?" Massie said through her teeth.”
“One question:do you want to hang ten or BE a ten?"-Massie Block”