"You see anything good?"
"What do you mean?"
"Cassette deck, turntables, ham radio?"
"Ham radio? What's a ham radio?? (pg. 98)
"See!" she said. "It's always about you!"
I started for my bike, but I yelled behind me. "I'm me! Why shouldn't it be about me?" (pg. 158)
Right as a trivet (pg. 312) -- Initially "as steady as a trivet", implying stability. In the book, "right as rain" might have fit the sentence better, though.
I enjoyed this story very much, and especially the observations on post-ware life in London.
I should have realized there was gonna be a sequel!
"Of course I understand sarcasm," she spat. "It's not like it's theoretical physics, is it?" -- pg. 373