Slayton Krenshaw/Contacts

Jackyl: Fuckin' Hippy. I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about half the time but I can't deny that you get things done. I don't understand and don't wanna know the details but you have results."

Shea: You're pretty solid. A little pushy but you can be counted on when the chips are down and that's what really matters.

Aubrey: We got an arrangement. It works.

Nuala: I like your style, wanderer. I don't know nothin' about art but I know what works."

Abe: Well, cholo. I don't know where you got off to but I hope you got away clean from the Tower and you're knee deep in pussy. Or dicks. Or whatever."

Christopher: I reckon I can appreciate your cruel sense of irony but... No. Fucking. Baron."

Iskander: Too bad you're dead, fuckface. You and your high end bullshit."

Gwydion: Fuck you.