“No one wants to do it with a chick who smells like bacon." Her brow creases. "Everybody loves bacon.”
“Between them, the baby still cries. It's like a game of steal the bacon, where no one wants to take the bacon.”
“Perfume companies ought to bottle the smell of crisp bacon. Forget pheromones. I’ll bet a woman with a little spot of bacon grease behind her ears would attract every male within a five-mile radius.”
“You told me I smelled - like bacon.""Well," he said evenly. "That's awkward.”
“I like eggs and bacon," George tells me. "But" - his face clouds - "do you know that bacon is" - tears leap to his eyes - "Wilbur?”
“Danzhol. The one with the marriage proposal and the objections to the town charter in central Monsea. "Bacon," Bitterblue muttered. "Bacon!" she repeated, then carefully made her way up the spiral stairs.”