Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.

Randy lay there like a slug. It was his only defense.

The truth will always have a market.

Manhattan cabs are born old.

The reality of what we really are is often times found in the small snips, way down at the bottom of things.

The Bumpuses were so low down on the evolutionary totem pole that they weren't even included in Darwin's famous family tree. They had inbred and ingrown and finally emerged from the Kentucky hills like some remnant of Attila the Hung's barbarian horde. Flick said that they had webbed feet and only three toes. It might have been true.

I've met them down in the Cost and Accounting Department, clean-shaven and in white collars. They can't see a damn thing ridiculous about themselves... only about you.