Pick up your clothes. I am not your maid. How do I know this? A maid cannot kill you with a tube sock. I can.

Pick up your clothes. I am not your maid. How do I know this? A maid cannot kill you with a tube sock. I can.

People--stupid when they lived; potentially stupid when they died.

They don't have to choose either/or. They can have their cake and mutilate it too.

Why is it always the world? Why is it never just half a block? Or Jersey? You know, something we could live without?

What're you still doing up? You know all good little ninjas should be in bed, visions of homicidal sugarplums dancing in their heads.

Snap judgments? I'd gotten over those about the time I was toilet trained. Swore off diapers and faith in the human experience all in one week.