“You look like you were chewed up by a wolf and shit down the wrong side of the mountain. What's wrong?”

“You woke up on the wrong side of the oak tree, didn’t you? (Acheron)”

“Did they practice looking suspicious in mirrors? Welcome to the United States. Don’t even think about chewing gum the wrong way.’ (Carlos)”

“Oooo, My Picky woke up on the wrong side of the bed. (Sunshine)”

“You can’t smell shite in this cesspit of cheap alcohol, oversprayed perfume, and animal stench. (Dare)Oh see, there you’re wrong. I live in this cesspit. Picking out the scent of shit is my specialty, and, Brother, you reek of it. So if I were you, I’d tell me what you did, or I’m going to turn you in to the Peltier bears. (Fury)”

“You look like shit. (Vane)Yeah, well, I wouldn’t date you either, asshole. (Fury)”

“Stand back, akri-wolf! The Simi’s gonna huff and puff and melt that door down. And you might not want to be too close when I do it, ‘cause melted wolf is tough on the enamel and akra-Aimee might not like it if you turn into a puddle of bloody goo. Besides, burning wolf is kind of smelly to the Simi’s delicate nostrils. (Simi)”