I'm pretty good at tennis but only mediocre at racquetball.

None of the Latinos liked him. So now he's dead. So go talk to the other ten thousand people could've juked him.

Don't touch that – who knows where it's been?

So it wasn't a hotel, as I said in my novel, just a measly motel. But to me it was like the First measly motel, and I remember laughing about the things I was saying straight from my unconscious to both his and God's ear.