Mort: What are you fishing for, Pesty?

Pesty: Whales!!

Mort: Whales!!? There are no whales in that pond.

Pesty: There are no fish either. So I might as well fish for whales!


Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."