“Ya don't hafta be crazy to be a good cartoonist, but it sure helps!”
“Ya hafta be there for Beck. He only has you."Riley sighed. "I'll get the car.”
“I don't hafta take his sass”
“I don't hafta taste it to know it taste funny. It already looks like it taste funny.”
“Why'd you come after me? he says. Back at Hopetown. That cellblock was on fire. You'd hafta be crazy to go in there. But you did. You risked yer life to save mine an you didn't even know me. ”
“I don't need to sleep to play. I'm crazy anyway. Being crazier still could only help.”