“You should have just gone with the crazy guy in the bar, the voice said. No shit. Any ideas? Yeah: don’t die. Thanks.”

“I’ve said I was sorry,” Qhuinn intoned. “But I don’t think I’ve ever said thank you. So, yeah… thank you.”

“By the way, you guys seriously screwed up just now. (Nero)We know. (They said in unison.)Yeah, well, what you don’t know is how grateful your girl is to you. I just thought you should know that you guys are a hero to her…and she thinks we’re all idiots. (Nero)”

“I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry.”

“What America is, to me, is a guy doesn't want to buy, you let him not buy, you respect his not buying. A guy has a crazy notion different from your crazy notion, you pat him on the back and say, Hey pal, nice crazy notion, let's go have a beer. America, to me, should be shouting all the time, a bunch of shouting voices, most of them wrong, some of them nuts, but please, not just one droning glamorous reasonable voice.”

“Hang on .... Do you smell that?" "Yeah ... shit," Nev snarled, glancing at the thick jungle that surrounded us. "You smell shit?" Ethan asked. "Thanks for sharing.""No," Nev said. "We smell cats.”