“Whatever!”

“Whatever lay ahead, he was glad to be alive.”

“Say whatever you want about Stoke Jones, you could depend on him to put a little f/u into your day.”

“You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.”

“A kid of your age—any kid—could get hold of matches if she wanted to, burn up the house or whatever. But not many do. Why would they want to?”

“It's a poorboy sanditch,' Roland said. 'With lots of mayo, whatever that is. I'd want a sauce that didn't look quite so much like come, myself, but may it do ya fine.”

“The wife whose sweetly given reply in the face of any problem would be, "Whatever you think is best, dear." Women, take note: a wife like that never needs to fear bubbling away the last of her life through a cut throat.”