“You spit in this?""Yup."Chris shrugged. "As long as you're honest.”
“You're probably thinking I owe you my life."[Chris]"No." she [Becca] snapped."Just sixty bucks.""You charge for the hero act?" [Chris]”
“You never know what somebody might tell you,' Chris said, 'when they think you're somebody else.”
“You can spit until you're dry, but you'll never make a lake”
“MilitantLet all who willEat quietly the bread of shame.I cannot,Without complaining loud and long,Tasting its bitterness in my throatAnd feeling to my very soulIt's wrong.For honest workYou proffer me poor pay,For honest dreamsYour spit is in my face,And so my fist is clenchedToday--To strike your face.”
“Are you sure you're a girl?"I shrugged, "Most of the time.”