Also,I loathe it when you refer to me as dude" Eric Sinclair to Betsy

I was so furious I was actually dizzy with it. There were so many bitchy, sarcastic observations to make, I was having a sarcasm stroke. "My God! You people! You're - you're so stupid you're making my eyeballs throb. They're throbbing, dammit!

My my Laura Goodman. I must say that is a charming name for a charming young lady." "Eric's old." I broke in. "Really really old." "Er— really?" Laura asked. "Gosh you don't look even out of your thirties." "Tons of face-lifts. He's a surgical addict. I'm trying to get him help." I added defensively when they both gave me strange looks.

We have souls. Sure we do. Otherwise we'd do bad things all the time. You know, like politicians.

Never let your fiend off his leash unless there's lots of room to run (and no people around).

Yeah, well, it's been a super fun week. And by 'super fun' I mean 'horrible and endless'.

Why is it suddenly uncool to spell? That's all I want to know.