Now tell me something. What’s your word for husband?”
“Hellren, I suppose. The short version is just hell.”
She laughed softly. “Go figure.

“Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean… hello? You're this beefy Iris…”

“All I see are ankles and wrists--and FYI, you're pulling a Mileyfrickin'-Cyrus …”

“Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of …”

“Don't just walk through the flames. Get your Fred Astaire on and DANCE through …”