“Grace Murphy, defender of the downtrodden! Snarking one villain at a time with her acerbic wit and pointy boobs! If there was going to be super-natural mojo involved in my life, the least I could ask for was non-sagging boobs.”

“Next thing you know she'll be on the bus and selling T-shirts in the parking lot, showing off her boobs to get in the stage door.""At least she has boobs to show," Jess said."I have boobs," Chloe said, pointing to her chest. "Just because they're not weighing me down doesn't mean they're not substantial.""Okay, B cup," Jess said, taking a sip of her drink."I have boobs!" Chloe said again, a bit too loudly--she'd already had a couple of minibottles at the Spot. "My boobs are great, goddammit. You know that? They're fantastic! My boobs are amazing.”

“Because I have no boobs. My ears stand out, and I have freckles all over me. (Grace)Boobs? (Julian)Breasts. (Grace)You have very nice breasts. (Julian)Thanks. What about you? (Grace)I have no breasts. (Julian)”

“Sometimes ..." Miss Charming's voice dropped lower, and she looked Charlotte in the eye. "Sometimes my boobs kill." Charlotte's eyes wideened, her mouth agape. It wasn't until Miss Charming followed her shocking statement by rubbing her chest in discomfort that Charlotte realized " my boobs kill" meant "my boobs ache" rather than " my boobs fatally maim people." It was a natural mistake to make. After all they really were large enough to suffocate a grown man.”

“And that’s why we’re sending Boobs McGee.”I slowly swiveled my head to glare at Catcher. “Seriously. You’re, what, twelve now?”***“Then I guess that settles that,” I agreed. “My boobs and I will go.”

“I have boobs!" Chloe said again, a bit too loudly— she'd already had a couple of mini bottles at the Spot. "My boobs are great, goddammit. You know that? They're fantastic! My boobs are amazing.”