You don't have a drop of paint on you, I said. Why is that?Ranger smiled, liking that he hadn't gotten hit. I guess they were hunting pussy.But I walked into the Motherfuckers room.Yeah, but babe, you...
You do understand that your life isn't normal, right?''Barrel was texting and he stepped off the curb without looking,' I said.'But you were here,' Morelli said. 'How does it happen that you're always...
You could be the Mega Mage of wizards. You could rule Minionfire.Do you really think so?'Yeah, but you'd have to make a deal with the wood elves.'
You always did have a problem with undies. Remember when you wet your pants in the second grade?- Joyce Barnhardt
Will you promise to pick up after yourself? No, but I’ll hire a cleaning lady.
Why did you pick Ladies’ Choice? It was the obvious one. I’m a lady. And I had to make a choice. You think you’re a lady? Fuckin’ A, Lula said.
Whoa. Time out. It's been a long, stressful day, but let's not talk crazy.
When are you going to start saying nothing?
What are you doing back at the bakery? I asked [Diesel]. Did you know Wulf was here? No. I knew food was here.
We’ve got to get into shape, I said to Lula. We should go to a gym or something. I’d sooner set myself on fire. That about summed it up for me, too.
We’re not secretive about the office buildings, but we try to keep a low profile. We? I have partners. Let me guess—the Justice League. The Flash, Wonder Woman, and Superman. Ranger looked like he was...
Well, you must be doing something right. Someone wants to kill you. That’s always a good sign.
Well that’s disappointing, Grandma Mazur said. I expected something better from her.
We were discussing a grisly double murder and Rodriguez was telling us all this in the same sort of conversational tone a person might use to pass on a favorite lasagna recipe. And I was responding wi...
We want you to break into the Smithsonian.Always a pleasure, Nick said.Kate raised an eyebrow at Nick. You've done it before?Nick shrugged. Nobody goes to D.C. without visiting the Smithsonian.Most pe...
We got into the Explorer, and I couldn’t sit with the gun rammed into my pants. I can’t do this, I said to Ranger. This dumb gun is too big. It’s poking me. Ranger closed his eyes and rested his foreh...
Virgil said fortune favors the bold.
Two windows, she said with a smile. And there’s no such word as besweatered. It’s like bespectacled, only with a sweater.
Turns out, that's how it is with weddings. You just keep getting in deeper and deeper until you want to throw up.
Throwing up is not a group activity