Each and every one of us is born with a clean heart. Our babies know nothing about hate or racism. But soon they begin to learn – and only from us. We keep racism alive. We pass it on to our children. I think that is very sad.

Fat, black, nasty, who your baby daddy? Sure as hell ain’t Puerto Rican Gates.

I love my truck. It’s my baby and I treat it like a princess.

One good thing about it is that with all this fresh air we’re gonna sleep like babies!

We look at the coming of a new beginning like we look at the coming of babies we never considered aborting. Hopeful.

Get him! He had no right to shoot my babies. Get the son of a bitch!

My babies can run and eat at the same time!

So often we say, ‘You need to sleep when your baby sleeps’ but that’s never the case. When your baby is sleeping, you’re trying to get everything else done.

A babe is a mother’s anchor.

Babies are the precious love and true anchors for our lives.

Inside, Howl was still sitting on the stool. He sat in an attitude of utter despair. And he was covered all over in thick green slime. There were horrendous, dramatic, violent quantities of green slime – oodles of it. It covered Howl completely. It draped his head and shoulders in sticky dollops, heaping on his knees and hands, trickling in glops down his legs and dripping off the stool in sticky strands. It was in oozing ponds and crawling pools over most of the floor. Long fingers of it had crept into the hearth. It smelled vile.

“Save me!” Calcifer cried in a hoarse whisper. He was down to two desperately flickering small flames. “This stuff is going to put me out!”

Sophie held up her skirt and marched as near Howl as she could get – which was not very near. “Stop it!” she said. “Stop it at once! You are behaving just like a baby!”

Well, I wouldn’t want to ruin a sale, huh? Guess you guys got to make those commissions to be able to buy all the goddamn—the FUBU, and the Oshkosh B’gosh, and the shit the baby’s gonna be wearing. Hey, potential home buyers. Hope ya’ll know there were a lotta rapes that happened in this house.

Jeep baby.

OK, Toby, here we go, bud. We’re going to put you on the big people’s furniture. Try not to shit all over it, OK?