“Oh my God, is it really the womens'? Sorry...”
“Oh my God" ..."Not sure he really exists”
“Oh, god,” I said. “Sorry, sorry. Do I die now?”--Sadie to Zia”
“So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.”
“It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be...Oh my God. I'm twenty-eight.I'm old.”
“Oh God, Oh God we’re all gonna die doesn’t really fit the definition of banter, now does it?”