"Shit, I should have gotten out of here on time."

Shit, he can't mean-oh God, get me out of this!

Shit, he'd even got to marry God's only daughter, and that was no small thing in itself.

Shit, we already got all the 'low' ground: six feet of it, twenty thousand times over.

Shit, I got two policemen working with me case it gets rough on the street.

"Shit, we should get us some of that stuff."

Shit, none of this was getting me anywhere, and I wasn't even sleepy any more.