Don't ask. We're all but done for in any case, taking that Fiona couldn't hit a cow's arse with a banjo, and Paddy and Maureen both cheat like tinkers at a fair.What are you talking about? Why would a...
The mind, and the unconscious mind in particular, is a canvas. We paint on it constantly. Art and music can add such colors, such style.
Roarke: You'd enjoy flying more if you'd learn the controls.Eve: I'd rather pretend I'm on the ground.Roarke: And how many vehicles have you wrecked, had blown up, or destroyed in the last, oh, two ye...
PEABODY ATE COBBLER and watched as Eve and the computer added the hair from image one onto the head of image two.You know, you can do it all with one command if you—I know I can do it all with one com...
Is there any exceptionally beautiful woman you haven't slept with?I'll make you a list. So, you knocked her down.
Don't leave me again. God. God. Don't leave me again.I didn'tPart of you did. He moved her back, and his eyes swarmed with emotion. Part of you left me, and I couldn't stand it.
There was even a whole section dedicated to throats and boobs, though they called it décolletage.
Where’s the hooch—for Dickhead?Fourth-floor gift room.She stared at him for ten silent seconds. We have a gift room?On a half laugh, he shook his head. One day, darling Eve, you really should go throu...
Try to look like Peabody.Sorry?Serious, official, yet approachable.You forgot adorable.Peabody is adorable.She is from my perspective. Besides, I was talking about me.
Task complete. Shut it down. the computer responded.I finished.Jesus, had she really programmed that? I changed my mind.Bite me, Eve muttered.
Roarke winced and began the delicate task of extracting his feet from his mouth.
Peabody pursed her lips. You're really mean today. Yes. Yes, I am. Eve took a deep gulp of hideous air, and smiled. I feel good about that.
Okay. Look, why don't you take care of the half a million things you've been letting dangle in Roarke's Empire of Everything?Catchy title. I may use it one day.
I don't want to hear from Traffic that my husband was hotdogging the skyways in his minichopper.You won't. I bribe too well.
Eve: Was that like a cookie?Roarke: Hmmm?Eve: You know, have a cookie. You'll feel better. Were you making me feel better?Roarke: I certainly hope so, it worked for me. I wanted you. I always do.Eve:...
Your heart runs deep. It is…choosy. It is careful, but when it’s given, it’s complete.
You should get dressed up, go dancing, drink grown-up cocktails, and have sex as much as you can before you’re dead.
You are embarrassed. She leaned over to kiss him, and while he was distracted, snatchedthe disc. That's cute. Really cute.Shut up. Give me that.I don't think so. Delighted, she danced back a step and...
What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates?
What are you doing?Washing your hair, he murmured and proceeded to stroke and massage the shampoo into her short, sopping cap of hair. I'm going to enjoy smelling my soap on you. His lips curved. You'...