“Love, my ass. The international language is food.”

“Kicking ass is surprisingly therapeutic”

“Cam laughed. "You know, my grandmother always said no woman with a decent vocabulary would resort to profanity." Kori huffed. "My grandmother said, 'Get the hell out of my house, bitch, before I throw you out on your ass.”

“I recognize no other kind of ass.”

“You soft-skulled, marbel-balled motherf*cker. I´m going to kick your ass next time I see it.” Cam laughed. “You know, my grandmother always said no woman with a decent vocabulary would resort to profanity.” Kori huffed. “My grandmother said, ´Get the hell out of my house, bitch, before I throw you out on your ass.”“Well, you did set the kitchen on fire. Twice. With her in it.”“I fail to see how the facts are relevant here.”

“Son of a motherfucking, ass-reaming, shit-eating, hell-dodging soulless bitch!”

“Can I see it?" He blinked, still scowling, "See what?" "Your scar." His expression darkened like a sudden eclipse and I let my gaze grow cold. "You want to hear me scream? Give it your best shot. But until then, every time you take off your shirt, you may as well be handing out my business card. I shoved my blade deep inside you and loved every single inch of it. When I can't sleep at night, the memory of you screaming like a little bitch is my lullaby. And everybody knows exactly what that scar means- that you got your ass handed to you by a little girl. Again.”