Sorry,” he said, his voice thick and gruff. “It’s morning and you’re sitting on me. That’s a combination meant to bring any man down.

It was a cookie, not a crack pipe.

We are your friends. It is the law of friendship that you tell us things you don’t want to tell us.

I took a drink. "I guess it's different for you.""Hmm?" "I bet you have girls hanging all over you. Dozens would probably kill to be in my spot and here I am, allergic to your bread.

Well, prepare yourself. I am all kinds of thoughtful this week. I brought you something else.

You've been checking me out, haven't you? In between your flaming insults? I feel like man candy.

I trust you with my life