“I'm in your business, Trey. I'm so far in your business, your grandchildren will call me partner.”
“What business is it of yours where I'm from, friendo?”
“Maybe you should mind your own business.''You are my business. My job. You are what I do.' I whipped around to face him. 'Well if I'm your job, your fired. You creep me out.”
“No, I'm too busy trying to deflect your Power of Stupidity. But I don't think I'm strong enough.”
“Really? Are you going to ask him to be your partner?" Isabelle asked. "It's like cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.""So, exactly like a cotillion," said Simon.”
“Why don't you mind your own fucking business?" I snapped. "If I want to take my sister to my place of business, that's my own damned business and not any of your business." Was I overusing the word business? Fuck it. "So mind your own business.”