My most noticeable physical trait is, hands down, my hair. It's big, unruly and curly, and you can spot it from a mile away... literally.
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" "If I did?
As in, I wouldn't know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.
I want Scott to look at me the way Patch looks at you.
He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.
I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.