Why the hell don'tcha, instead of keep saying it?

I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetary. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.

Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are. I keep making up these sex rules for myself, and then I break them right away.

Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.

I'm very curious to know what the hell they're saying on the phone, but I'd be more worried if they weren't talking.

She was not one for emptying her face of expression.