"Dude, it's a fucking tradition. Ok? And if you don't get it, you can blow me. " Now I know why I didn't go to grad school. Thanks for clearing that up.(And that was too easy, maybe I should stay off "The Sopranos" for a week or two. Although my favorite of theirs is when Tony tells Chris "I wipe my ass with your feelings.")

.(And that was too easy, maybe I should stay off "The Sopranos" for a week or two. Although my favorite of theirs is when Tony tells Chris "I wipe my ass with your feelings.")

"What? No fuckin' zitti?"

You know where you stand. I can respect that. And it makes me feel pure, virtuous, and clean-living. I've actually learned a few words.And not to worry, that is not going to be fic. Best line for this week is "She's a young girl, Artie. You could have hair like fucking Casey Kasem and it wouldn't make a difference." And I'll stop hijacking now.

All about the HLOTS.

I have no idea who Poppy Z Brite is either.

I have no idea who Poppy Z Brite is either.

She writes, among other things, vampire porn. A Buffista at heart.

Bayliss' mind raced all through the drive to the motor lodge. "What are you doing, Bayliss? She broke a man's arm. What do you think she'll do to *you*? "

"No, she likes me, I think." He answered himself. One day he was going to have to see someone about this talking to himself thing. "She trusts me...I can't reject her."

Yeah, Tim, you just keep telling yourself that. It's not because her voice is the most exciting thing you've heard all year. No, not at all. When he gets there, Faith is right at the door. " Remember my appointment? She's dead. More than dead."

"Are you sure?"

"I might've quit high school, but I know dead. Pieces're usually a bad thing, right?"

"Oh, my God, Faith. Why didn't you make a report?" He runs into the next room and only all of his training makes it possible to look at the woman, or God, what's left of a woman, spread out inside.She's been eaten, torn limb from limb. Tim fights the urge to vomit.

"I've got a friend on the force. No, seriously, nobody's gonna believe me. Cause I've been inside."

"Inside?"

"Yeah, well, let's just say not everybody thought that thing with Bernie's arm was as heroic as you. My mom testified against me. She was all loaded though. Nothing personal. I went to juvie for 2 years. Which makes me a prime suspect, as I figure it."

" I just can't listen anymore. It's too painful."

"Which do you think was harder, Sherlock. Listening to it or living through it? Now are you going to help me or not?"

"I never thought I'd say this, but could we go back to Officer Friendly again? And, as for helping you, I don't know what you expect...I could get my partner and Crime Scene out here, but that's not what you mean, is it? I don't know why it's not, though, you served your time."
She rolls her eyes and snorts at him, the old guy who doesn't get it. If he had been less hopeless and more careless in high school, he could have a daughter her age...just barely. "You could never do this, Faith. I know you didn't."

"All you know is that you want to do me. That's all guys know about me."
"And you don't encourage that at all, do you? Well, I'm about a lot more than that. I shouldn't be here, not off the clock like this. But I was concerned for you. And if you don't want people to think about you sexually, you should wear more clothes. And stop coming on to guys who pick up hitchhikers."
"I'm not talking about 'people'...I'm talking about you. It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
" You need to find somewhere else to stay tonight. Of course, if this comes out, I never said anything. Maybe I don't even know you. Got it?"

Dear God, Erika, this is some good Faith right here. Bloody hell fire.

t seriously impressed.

ion, re: swearing -- oh, man, y'all are making me feel bad here. I totally didn't register anything offensive in anything Erika wrote. I must offend so many Buffistas with my language, and I just don't even stop to think about it. I'm sorry. I do swear like a navvy. But you'll just fucking well have to fucking well deal with it, yo.

Fuckers.

slouches off, spouting invective

Aint no fucking way you fucking offend me, Faygirl. Chill the bloody fuck out, yo!

(first time I've smiled all day)

Mwah!