I don't know much about cars," Joyce said, "but I think someone took my engine.

Babe, you've destroyed a car, burned down two buildings, stapled a guy's nuts, and you have sixteen stitches in your leg. Take a night off. Have a glass of wine, watch some television, and go to bed early." -Ranger

Truth is, I'm a good Catholic girl. The faith has always been elusive, but the guilt is intractable.

Maybe your pregnant. Oops, hold on, you're not pregnant, on account of you're not gettin any.

I knew there were no such things as death cooties. Unfortunately, that's an intellectual fact. And death cooties are an emotional reality.

I take in a lot of stuff from real life, movies, television, news and it all gets mixed in my head and somehow turns into a story idea.

I see you looking at my cookies,' my father said to Morelli. 'Don't even think about it. Go get your own cookies.