Don't call me a dinosaur. It isn't fair to the dinosaurs. What did a dinosaur ever do to you?

You're a cop. I need a doughnut.

Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.

You suck. You suck diseased moose wang, Marcone.

Keep it up, wise guy. I'm always going to be taller than you once you're lying unconscious on the ground.

Rain was coming down in sheets. I could hear it, on the concrete outside and on the old building above me. It creaked and swayed in the spring thunderstorm and the wind, timbers gently flexing, wise enough with age to give a little, rather than put up stubborn resistance until they broke. I could probably stand to learn something from that.

I'm pretty sure lurking in a dark alley to mug me with your apology isn't the usual way to go about saying you're sorry. But I didn't read that Mars-Venus book, so who knows.