"At least tell me how big you want me to make her boobs. . . " Eddie asked him then looked at the kid doubtfully when he just shrugged.

Bumble bees don't go with rocket ships.

"She's a son bitch."

Cross-eyed Johnson shifted his cheroot from the right to the left side of his mouth.

. . . when the customers had been drinking, they laughed on the way in; rarely on the way out  . .