You are the shuckiest shuck faced shuck in the world!
Rose took my nose, I suppose, he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. And it really blows.
He didn't have a single clue what was going on with these two strangers, but every instinct told him Master George equaled good, Mistress Jane equaled bald- he blinked-uh, bad.
Thomas: Is it [my brain] fixed?Brenda: It worked, judging from the fact that you're not trying to kill us anymore...