“You’re deceptively good, Blix. Just the perfect amount of bitch to be sexy.”

“You are one sexy bitch”

“Good idea, Kara. The fact that you’re a total bitch comes in handy sometimes.”

“Sorry,” I muttered. “Just because you’re an asshole doesn’t mean I have to be a bitch.”

“I’m so tired of pretending like my life isn’t perfect and bitchin’ and just winning every second, I’m not perfect, and bitching and just delivering the goods at every fucking turn. Because look what I’m dealing with, man — I’m dealing with fools and trolls. I’m dealing with soft targets.”

“It seemed like he could never figure out which Trudie he loved the best, the docile church basement lady in the moon boots or the rebellious chick with the sexy lingerie. I imagine that both of those extremes were just poses and that the real Trudie fell somewhere in between. But that’s the thing about this town - there’s no room for in between. You’re in or you’re out. You’re good or you’re bad. Actually, very good or very bad. Or very good at being very bad without being detected. ”