He's helped me a lot over the years." "I'm sure he has. You scratch his back. He scratches yours." "I have skin allergies. I'm itchy.

I sort of got off on making bad guys sweat. Which was not unlike my love of making good guys sweat, just by very different means.

If Cameron kidnaps you, kills you, then buries your lifeless body in a shallow grave in the desert where your remains lay decomposing for several decades until they're accidentally discovered by some guy on a journey to awaken his spirit at the Salinas Pueblo Missions, can I have your iMac?" I gaped at her. "You've really thought this out. "I love your iMac." "I love my iMac too, and you're not getting her." "But you'll be decomposing.

I had a soft spot for crazy people.

It would be a miracle to solve this case. Luckily, I believed in miracles. No, wait, that was testicles. I believed in testicles.

I totally should've gone to Hogwarts when I had the chance.

Nobody wants to look like a fool. Nine times out of ten, that reason alone keeps people from allowing themselves to believe.