How to pronounce “quiff” in English

Quiff turned professional.

Quiff paused for a second.

'Gladstone,' Quiff said, handing me a blank business card with a handwritten phone number.

But the luxuriant quiff of my dreams was nowhere to be seen.

'You know Quiff?'

'Cheer up,' Quiff said.

I hated everything about Quiff's tone, but I also knew he was right.

'So no,' Quiff continued.

There's a character called Quiff Monster 42.

And he's dumped by our friend Quiff Monster 42, the guy purporting to be from Anonymous, in his limo.

'I've explained this to you already,' Quiff said.

I got close enough to Quiff to see his eyes were blue, like mine, like that Not Net creature I'd imagined in the Statue of Liberty at the end of my New York

'So, Gladstone,' Quiff said.

Quiff asked.

'Yes, that too,' Quiff agreed.

'Quiff?'

Quiff replied.

'OK, Quiff, what happens next?

Quiff barked.

How about Elvis Presley's famous iconic quiff?

Yes,' Quiff agreed.

Quiff laughed.

'Not at all,' Quiff insisted, 'because religion, sports, they don't have a thing on the internet.'

Quiff asked.

Quiff turned to Toby, who nodded in agreement.

Quiff asked.

'I don't think I can explain it to you, Quiff.

'You are home,' Quiff said, unlocking the doors.

'Quiff Monster 42?'

It was Quiff.

Even through Halloween store latex, I could tell Quiff was disgusted with me.

Toby was drinking some of Quiff's vodka.

I reached for the Scotch, and Quiff interrupted me

'Hey, good for you, Toby,' Quiff said.

Quiff asked.