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

“Dad?" "Yeah?" "She the reason you’re pissed off all the time?" "Yeah." "She the reason you left mom?" "Yeah." "You love her?" "Yeah." There was a long pause. "Cool." "…yeah." "Dad?" "Jesus, Cage.  What?" "Does this mean I can have at Miranda?" Christ. "Yeah, you fuckin' hornball.  Have at it." "Cool.”

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

“It didn’t take him long, and he pulled up nearly nose-to-nose with Ash as they came in from opposite directions.“You shaved off your …” It couldn’t rightfully be called a beard, Brooks considered. “Face hair.”“Yeah, it got too hot.”“Uh-huh.”

“Uh, the Council," I said. "Big shock, they aren't helping."Murphy looked like she might be asleep, but she snorted. "So we're on our own."Yeah."Good. It's more familiar.”

“Oprah got her money," she snapped. "You trying to get YOURS! No, turn off that fuckin' TV and get to studying!”