“Money, money, money. You PC pricks are all about the money, aren't you?" Jensen frowned at the casual way she lumped him in with the rest of the bastards who worked for the Planetary Council. Which he technically also did. But it wasn't like he'd had a choice. One didn't turn down becoming a shadow agent. Not if you wanted to keep on breathing.” ActionSci FiDystopiaSpecial AgentBar Fights Book:Short Tales from Earth's Final Chapter, Volume 1, Book 3 Source: Short Tales from Earth's Final Chapter, Volume 1, Book 3
“Why would anyone want to fight Henry?" Loondorf looked hurt. "Because he's a ballplayer." "So?" "So he's a baller. He's got cash, chains, crisp clothes. He's got a hat that says Yankees and it's the real deal, yo. He didn't buy it at no yard sale. He walks into a bar and girls are like damn. Dudes get jealous. They want to get in his face, prove they're somebody." "They want to take down the man," Steve said helpfully.” BaseballBar FightsBaseball Players Book:The Art of Fielding Source: The Art of Fielding
“You don’t pick a fight when you’re drunk.” “I had to punch someone in the face, Mark.” “So you picked up four-hundred pound tattoo-guy?” “He did have awesome tats didn’t he?” “You would know. You got to see them up close while they were in your face.” HumorBar Fights Book:The Devil's Breath Source: The Devil's Breath