He strained to say something else. I leaned toward him. He focused on me. “Rape,” he promised. “Many, many times. Until you bleed . . .” “I’m so flattered.

Congratulations, love. You traded up. Does he treat you well?' 'He's a teddy bear,' I said. Teddy bear looked like he was suffering from murder withdrawal. (Rene and Kate on Jim!)

Great, now I’ve turned into a manga character who repeated everything everyone said.

I know people who will gently persuade you to be forthcoming.

I batted my eyelashes and did my best to appear dumb as a board

The Beast Lord way: often wrong but never in doubt.

He said “woman” in the same way I’d say “Mmmmm, yummy chocolate” after waking up from hunger pains and finding a Hershey bar in an empty refrigerator.