For a second I thought I might actually be alive," I said, looking at Nick's unshaven face. "Now I know- I've gone to Hell and you're my nursemaid.

Wanna spot me?" "No thanks. How about I just scream verbal encouragements at you?

We should clap or something." Curran said. "She's trying so hard.

I'm a substitute mom." "You're more like a crazy aunt who only gets called when somebody needs bailing out of jail.

You fellows ever thought of hiring out as a Christmas lights crew? You’d make a fortune.

The rabbis paled. I’d managed to terrify holy men. Maybe I could beat up a nun for an encore.

Beautiful I would never be. Striking, that I could manage.