Whatever your weakness, there’s a hellion to exploit it.

Hang on, Pa, don't reach for yer shotgun just yet," I said, grinning over the protective streak I found funny, when there wasn't actually anything to shelterme from. "We were just circlin' the wagons, not having an orgy." My dad suddenly looked like he might be sick. "Please don't ever say that word again." "Wagons?

Meow, Meow, Motherfucker.

I don't want to wear your dad's clothes. He hates me." "You'd rather wear mine?" Nash scowled.

She just got out of the hospital. Why don't you go gossip behind her back, like decent people?

The problem with getting everything you want in life is that you're not prepared for disappointment when it comes.

Sorry, but the whole walking corpse epiphany kind of threw me off my game.