“Shitbucket, hellfire, damnation, and son of a mother bitch," said Rosaleen, laying into each word like it was sweet potatoes on her tongue.”
“Of all the organs, ' said Nehemiah Trot, 'the tongue is the most remarkable. For we use it both to taste our sweet wine and bitter poison, thus also do we utter words both sweet and sour with the same tongue. Go to her! Talk to her!”
“A mother, you son-of-a-bitch, is sacred!”
“There's no bitch on earth like a mother frightened for her kids.”
“My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch.”
“my mother never saw the irony of calling me a "son of a bitch”