“He ate in your car? No shit?”

“Don't you give me no rotten tomato," Dexter sang, "just 'cause to your crazy shit Icannot relate-o.”

“Plus the fact that the window I was now facing opened up to the part of the lot where people picked up their brand-new cars. Every few minutes, one of the salesmen would walk someone right to the center of the window, hand them their shiny new keys, and then smile benevolently as they drove off into the sunset, just like in the commercials. What a bunch of shit.”

“Shit," Delia said. "I mean, shoot. No, actually, I mean shit. I really do.”

“Love is an excuse to put up with shit that you shouldn't”

“Told you. Everything sounds better in the car wash.”

“There's something nice about the silence of a car ride in the dark, going home. When you were tired of the radio and conversation, and it was okay to just be alone with your thoughts and the road ahead. If you're that comfortable with someone, you don't have to talk.”