“I LOVE THE SOUND OF TWO STICKS HITTING TOGETHER!!!!!!”

“I don't have but two teeth, but thank the Lord they both hit together.”

“I love the smell of the ice... And the cold. The sound the puck makes when it's sliding across the ice or when hits the net for a goal... as long as it's our goal. I love the sound of sticks crashing against one another. The sound my skates make when I come to a hard stop. The roar of the crowd. The way I feel when i'm playing. I can do things on this ice that I can't do anywhere else.”

“Where there's smoke around a conservative, there are journalists furiously rubbing two sticks together.”

“What the hell?” Helena objected. “And would someone please flick a Bic or rub two sticks together? I want to die knowing exactly what killed me.”

“––but I love her and we're meant to be together and she completes me and I never want to stick my penis into anything else ever again!”