“Are you lishening, my pretty vermin, are you lishening?”

“-Here's a pretty shell for you. -Oh, thank you my baby.-Look, here's another one!-Thank you.-Look at this pretty one!-Thank you.-Here's a REALLY pretty one.-Um, thank you.”

“You think she's pretty, you ought to see my slingshot! ”

“He takes out a cigarette and offers one to me. "I try not to indulge. It's a filthy habit," I tell him. "I love that word filthy. I love the way you force it out of your mouth like it's some kind of vermin you want to get rid of." "You've had vermin in your mouth?" "You're mean in that way, you know. You don't let anyone get away with pathetic analogies.”

“The indolent mind is not empty, but full of vermin.”

“Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town!”