“Oh come on, you talk so much shit I can smell it on your breath.”

“No, I’m done! I’m tired, I’m sweaty, I’m in agony, and why do I feel like I need to shit?”“It’s totally natural to feel that way,” said Grace in a placatory, calming voice. “Some women even have one during labor.”“What?” The word dripped with horror. “Women can shit when they’re in labor? Tell me that won’t happen to me! Don’t you let me shit, Grace!”

“If your left leg is Thanksgiving, and your right leg is Christmas, can I visit you between the holidays?”

“There's nothing depraved about sex. Of course with a little creativity, some toys and a whole lot of dirty talk, you can change that.”

“I think I've had a shit, Shaya." The poor woman sounded distressed and mortified. "Have I, Grace? Don't lie to me." "No, you haven't.""I have, you're lying. Is she lying, Lydia?""No," Lydia quickly said, "you haven't, I promise.”

“I’ve met guys like you before. They talk the talk but, well…talking doesn’t exactly get people to orgasm, does it?”

“I've got a better idea. I'll stay here and you can sit on my face while I eat my way to your heart.”