“He was supposed to record in the studio this afternoon, and pow—he gets shot. This fuckin’ album is cursed, I tell you.”

“You fuckin' rock, baby," he murmured."You rock at fuckin', baby.”

“If you disrespect my woman like that again, I’ll kick your fuckin’ ass. You won’t get back up.”

“You hired a female guitarist?""Uh, yeah. She fuckin' rocked our faces off.”

“He grinned. "It's more of a personal challenge. Do you have any interest in getting to know me at all? Personally, I mean.""Can't I just Google you? Isn't your entire life somewhere online?"He scowled. "Probably.”

“That look will get you diamonds, baby,” he said, “but not my cock pierced.”

“Dare said that Brian had a baby this morning,” she said. “Yeah, I never thought Brian would ever be able to push it out through such a little hole. It was fuckin’ brutal.”