What's that?" "That's my attack poodle.

I looked at him. "You really need to work on your threats. I can't tell if you're threatening me or inviting me for tea.

The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.

Oh, I don't know. I might grow on you." She furrowed her pretty eyebrows. "Like a cancer?" "Like a favorite vice.

What did you write on here? ‘Don’t die’?” “No, I wrote, ‘Don’t be an asshole!’”I headed for the house. “On yours or mine?” “On yours.” “Well, in that case, your magic isn’t working. I’m still an asshole.

You fellows ever thought of hiring out as a Christmas lights crew? You’d make a fortune.

Settle down, Princess. It’s not my first time.