You talk about Cal, you look like a woman who's talkin' about the man she needs to breathe.

“Jesus works on Sundays, Hop. Want a direct line, time to haul your biker ass to…”

“My eyes narrowed and I snapped, “You’re not allowed to do that shift.”His head …”

“Jesus, you could bring a man to his knees.”

“Think God’s got bigger concerns in his house than me droppin’ the f-bomb, sweet…”