“Pull yourself together, bitch. He's just a guy.”

“Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.”

“She decided to talk to this man she admired, even though he was covered with intricate yarn knots and would not respond. “Mouse, you sexy bitch. You have a crossbow?” Eve pulled it out and examined it in the streetlight’s gleam. “You hot piece of man.” It was cocked and ready to fire.“One last mission together, big guy. Let’s go get ’em.”

“And you suddenly know: It was here!You pull yourself together, and therestands an irrevocable yearof anguish and vision and prayer.”

“Girls will get together just to get together. Guys need an activity as an excuse. Otherwise it’s too homo for them to handle.”

“You traitorous bitch!" he yelled. "You goddamn liar!"I laughed. "You knew I were a bitch and a liar when you married me, Guy. It's your own damn fault for agreeing to it.”