I write about real people in disguise. If anything, my characters are toned down-the truth is much more bizarre.
Kate: Stand down! Captain's orders!
Bethany: Don't throw me down, Clark. Clark: I'll try not to, Aunt Bethany...
Roberto: Not enough room to swing a cat... Cat. The animal.
Jack: I am a good egg. Jesus.
Bobbie Joe: I hope you rot down there!
Bill Foster: I am not economically viable.
Nick: [picks up snowglobe] What is this doing in here? Faggot shit! [throws snowglobe]
Blake: Put. That coffee. Down. [pause] Blake: Coffee's for closers only.
Brody: I don't believe it! Two barrels, and he's going down again!
Rupert's Mom: Rupert? What are you doing down there? Rupert Pupkin: MOM!
Woman: Dennis! There's some lovely filth down here!
Danny: You mortals wait down there!
Dwight: Do I risk it all and take this cop down?
Older Waitress: Slow down, Raisin Bran!
The HUAC did a deal with me. I was pretty much worn down. I had no money. I couldn't borrow.
If a man works like a horse for his money, there are a lot of girls anxious to take him down the bridal path.
The generality have considered that disease is but a confused and disordered effort in Nature, thrown down from her proper state, and defending herself in vain.
Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
Economists want their discipline to be a science, and they have nailed down a few precepts, but many of their debates are still clouded by ideology.
Inanimate objects can be classified scientifically into three major categories; those that don't work, those that break down and those that get lost.
