“You look like a hot tamale.”“That’s not really a compliment.”

“She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.”

“Oh, by the way, is this your armor? (Grace)It is, or was. (Julian)Can we keep it? (Grace)If you like. Why? (Julian)’Cause, ooo baby, you are one hot tamale in that getup. This outfit alone will get you laid at least four or five times a day. (Grace)”

“Look how healthy you are, and your skin, it's like a Barbie doll." "Why, thank you, Jenny." Christine graciously accepted the compliment, only to get side swiped when Jennifer moved to the door. "Tell me, will you melt if it gets too hot outside?”

“He looked like a cross between The Terminator and a secret service agent— a really hot secret service agent.”

“—Tú, en cambio —prosiguió Miller— Eres más bien como un tamal. Amorfa. De lejos, y a veces hasta de cerca, es difícil saber si eres veco o ptitsa. Por eso prefiero catalogarte como un tamal. Y los tamales deben de andar entre tamales, sabes.”