She glanced at him and smiled. “I told you I was a slob.” “Michelle, this is beyond a slob. This is a mobile garbage dump; this is total and complete anarchy on wheels.” “So philosophical. And call me Mick.” “You prefer ‘Mick’ to ‘Michelle’? Michelle is an elegant, classy name. Mick sounds like a punch-drunk boxer-turned-doorman in uniform braids and fake medals.” “The Secret Service is still a guy’s world. You go along to get along.” “Just drive them around in this truck one time, and you’ll never be mistaken for anything but a guy, even if your name was Gwendolyn.”
