From "Breaking Dawn" by Stephanie Meyer

Page 145:
"'Jeez, Paul, don't you freaking have a home of your own?'
Paul, lounging across my whole couch, watching some stupid baseball game on my crappy TV, just grinned at me and then-real slow-he lifted one Dorito from the bag in his lap and wedged it into his mouth in one piece."

Page 146:
"'You broke my nose, idiot.'"

Page 165:
"'Since when do you need help, old man?'"