Saiman picked up a coffee mug, stared at it, and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into a dozen pieces. We looked at him. “Your date appears to be hysterical,” Rene told me. “You think I should slap some man into him?

Two years? That's entirely too long. If you want, we can take care of that. After two years it's pure therapy.

We should clap or something." Curran said. "She's trying so hard.

In death, they all looked the same. This morning they spoke, they breathed, they kissed their loved ones good-bye. And now they lay dead. Gone forever.

First rule of bodyguard detail: know where your 'body' is at all times.

If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody." Of course, Raphael might like that.

Help me, I can’t breathe, your ego is pushing all the air out of the room.