“It's Privacy, Please, for the Penguins.”

“It's nice to see you again, Laura.""Thank you, Mrs. T-""No, no, no. Please, my name is-""Mud," I suggested. "Mud Barfbag Taylor. Call her Asshat for short."~Laura, Antonia, Betsy”

“You have attained maturity; display it for us, if you please.”

“It's inappropriate for the queen of the dead to be afraid ofghosts.”

“You may stay. But Jessica, please watch what you say and do. Don't look them in the eyes for long. Speak only when spoken to. Yes, sir; yes, ma'am.""Sit up. Arf," I teased."What about her?" Jessica cried, pointing in my general direction. "She's more in need of an etiquette lesson than I am.""Yeah," I said, "but I'm the Queen. With a capital fucking Q. Hey, you're looking me in the eyes for too long! Eric, make her stop!”

“Yeah, well, it's been a super fun week. And by 'super fun' I mean 'horrible and endless'.”

“Somehow, when I wasn't looking, somehow because it's electronic mail, none of the basic grammar rules applied.”