“If I looked like him,” Tara said. “I’d want to have sex with myself. All the time.”

“Who’s there?” “The scratcher of your itch,” he said. She opened the door a crack and stuck her nose out. “Was that supposed to be romantic?”

“Smile. it's the second best thing you can do with your lips.”

“They say money talks, but all mine ever says is 'good-bye sucker.”