I'm rubber and you're glue," I told Satan, " and everything that bounces of me sticks to you.

I trudged around on the muddy river bottom for half an hour, patiently waiting to drown, before giving up and slogging my way back to shore.

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

Back off, boys. You don't want to mess with an out-of-work secretary. We're real testy.

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

I'm in a Road Runner cartoon, Sinclair. And I'm the coyote.

I could have gone to medical school, I said. Except for all the math and stuff.