He seemed determines, his resolve unwavering. This would take tact. Prudence. Possible Milk Duds.

My goal in life is to have a psychiatric disorder named after me.

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

Okay, I’ll put someone on it. But you know, the Albuquerque Police Department wasn’t really created to find things out for you.” “Really? That’s weird.

Let me express how much I don't care on a scale of one to bite me," the former detective said.

Dude,” I said, leaning over the desk, “I’m about as psychic as a carrot.

Oh, my god!" I said, throwing my hands over my eyes and hurtling my body against the counter. "What?" "You're naked." "I'm not naked." "I'm blind." "You're not blind. I'm wearing pants." "Oh." That was embarrassing.