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.

One day, she’d find a way to live her life to the fullest. She was sure of it. She just had no idea how she would manage it.

Your date appears to be hysterical," Rene told me. "You think I should slap some man into him?

An evil spark flared in his eyes. "Trade: raccoon for some answers.

You know," she said, stirring her tea, "the fastest way to get him off your back is to sleep with him. And tell him you love him. Preferably while in bed." I smirked and the tea almost came out of my nose. "He'd run like he was on fire.

What do you do to your hair?" "Dust, hair gel, and a little gun oil." "Ever thought of patenting the recipe?" "No.

You should name him Fezzik." "Inconceivable.