“A typical National World Weekly would tell the world how Jesus' face was seen on a Big Mac bun bought by someone from Des Moines, with an artist's impression of the bun; how Elvis Presley was recently sighted working in a Burger Lord in Des Moines; how listening to Elvis records cured a Des Moines housewife's cancer; how the spate of werewolves infesting the Midwest are the offspring of noble pioneer women raped by Bigfoot; and that Elvis was taken by Space Aliens in 1976 because he was too good for this world. Remarkably, one of these stories is indeed true.”
“So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.”
“I come from Des Moines. Somebody had to.”
“Tu achetez des bouteilles trop cher, Pour des meuf moins cher.”
“I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer. There were the most beautiful bevies of girls everywhere I looked in Des Moines that afternoon—they were coming home from high school—but I had no time for thoughts like that…So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.”
“This is Graceland. Home of the most famous musician in the world.”“Michael Jackson lived here?”“No, dummy,” Carter said. “Elvis Presley.”