Because they're probably long gone. Are you hurt?" Gabe asked with enough urgency that she realized he must have felt shiver in delayed reaction to the hole in the door. "No. No, I'm okay. What a about you? Are you hurt?" "Only if you count the fact that you damned near ripped off my plumbing groping around for my phone." She made a sound of exasperation. "Now? You pick now to become a comedian?" "It's all about timing," he whispered back.

What, no Power Rangers Band-Aids ?" "Shut up, Garett." "Yes, ma'am.

Hey, Tink," Reed called to his wife. He'd given up on the poker game and was cradling the little pink handle that was Mariah Savage in his arms. "Look how cute she is. I think I want one. S'pose we can stop by Walmart and pick up one just like her.?" Chrystal glanced up from her cards and gave her husband a look. "Three o'clock feedings. Smelly diapers. Responsability." "Oh. Right. I'd have to grow up.

Go away. I told you, I'm not interested." She looked from his lap to his face. "Your nose is growing too.

Men. <...> They're idiots. It's like they all take a vow of stupidity or something.

White on rice. Green on grass. Sheets on a bed. Him on her.

Marry me, princess. I'll give you my kingdom—small potatoes that it is.