I’m on the benevolent side of antisocial. I don’t mind people, but I’d prefer not to have a lot of them around.

This place is just too frickin precious," the cop said, eyeing a guy dressed in a hot pink leisure suit with makeup to match. "Give me rednecks and home-grown beer any day of the week over this X-culture bullshit.

Giving in to a shrill instinct, she ran around the side of the building. Butch was marching toward his car as if he were carrying an unstable load, and she rushed to catch up with them. “Wait. I need to ask him a question.” “You want to know his shoe size or something?” Butch snapped. “Fourteen,” Wrath drawled. “I’ll remember that at Christmas, asshole.

What happened to you?" she asked. "I got hit in the side." "With what?" "A knife.

You've always had me ... and my heart. My soul. Everything. I wish it hadn't taken this long for me to man up.

Time to the face the music.

You will not live through this if she does not