I'm going to kick you in the head when I get home. Repeatedly.

You're problem is, you underestimate me because I'm a woman.

Wanna spot me?" "No thanks. How about I just scream verbal encouragements at you?

Did I hurt you in the parking lot?" "No, m'lady. I fell, so I could put a tracker on your car." Great.

On the plus side, if he ever had to fight through a roomful of adolescent girls, he only needed to blink (his velvet brown eyes framed in embarassingly long lashes) a few times, and they would all faint.

You're screening your calls?" "Why not? It saves me from conversations with idiots." "Is that an insult?" His voice dropped into a deep growl. "You're not an idiot," I told him. "You're just a deadly psychopath with a god complex.(...)

Well, check this out. Mine is bigger.