Yeah, but what happens if life hands me pickles? - Bumper sticker

I do not," I felt oddly appalled by her statement. "I'm an excellent liar. Ask my dentist. He swears I floss regularly.

I was white. Chalk had more color than I did. And quite possibly more personality.

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

Oh, I forgot to tell you," Cookie said. "Amber wants your dad to get a teriyaki machine so she can sing for all the lonely barflies." "I'm a good singer, mom." Only a twelve-year-old could make the word mom sound blasphemous. I leaned into Cookie, "Does she know its not called--?" "No," she whispered. "Are you gonna tell her?" "No. It's much funnier this way.

Don't judge me because I'm quiet. No one plans a murder out loud.

Okay, I'll strip. I'll tap dance. I'll sing 'La Cucaracha' in C minor.