“See? This is why I'm not religious. I couldn't possibly keep my mouth shut long enough to get along with everyone else.”

“Enough," Curran said. An unmistakable command saturated his voice. Jim clicked his mouth shut. I crossed my arms. "I'm sorry, is this the part where I fall to my knees and shiver in fear, Your Furriness? Silly me, I didn't get the memo.”

“Yes, I'm a practising Muslim, but I don't understand why only I'm asked about my religion. Everyone's got a religion out there. I wonder why no one else is asked about it.”

“You learn something new everyday."
"What are you learning?" Sophos asked.
"To keep my mouth shut, I hope.”

“Shut your mouth up before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed, turn your tux red, I'm far from broke got enough bread, And mad hoes: ask Beavis I get nothin' but head”

“Life is fraught with opportunities to keep your mouth shut.”

“Never miss a chance… to keep your mouth shut.”

“I'm learning as much martial arts as I possibly can. My show is packed with action. Enough to get a rise.”

“Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.”

“Is Hopper celebrating with you?”

“Hopper? Why would—” My mouth snapped shut for a few moments. “Oh. I, uh, kind of forgot about him.”