“You, Aaron, are a revolving SOB.Doesn't she mean revolting? Harlan leaned in to whisper.Afraid not, Travis said. You'll see.You're a son-of-a-bitch no matter which way you turn.”

“Your sixteen days to late you son of a bitch"- Travis, Whatchers”

“you son of a bitch, she said, I amtrying to build a meaningfulrelationship.you can't build it with a hammer,he said.”

“For the likes of you, the path to happiness is one mean son of a bitch of a path.”

“Why does she have to be such a...such a...""Go on," I said. "The truth is never cussing, Son.""Such a bitch!”

“Rooster said, "Fill your hand, you son of a bitch!" and he took the reins in his teeth and pulled the other saddle revolver and drove his spurs into the flanks of his strong horse Bo and charged directly at the bandits. It was a sight to see. He held the revolvers wide on either side of the head of his plunging steed. The four bandits accepted the challenge and they likewise pulled their arms and charged their ponies ahead.”