“You bitch!"Why is it that whenever I draw blood, I'm a bitch?”

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

“You’re a bitch.""Yeah, I’m thinking of having that put on some business cards.”

“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.”

“You should be careful, tossing descriptors like that around in a situation like this. My ‘problem’ isn’t little. Unless you’re drawing some pretty wild comparisons. Please tell me you’re not drawing wild comparisons. Or blood-relative comparisons.”

“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.”

“Why do you hang out with him?""We're teammates."Ahhh. And if blood was thicker than water, then football, evidently, would congeal in one's veins.”