I wasn't sure exactly how prostitutes determined price, but if men bought hookers by the pound, these two would be doing okay.

Ranger clicked his penlight on. "Hang onto me if you can't see." I curled my hand into the back of his cargo pants just above his gun belt. "I'm good to go." He was still for a beat. "You could have held on to my jacket," he said. "Would you rather I do that?" "No. Not even a little.

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

You're a magnet for mess. I've never seen anything like it. Lula to Stephanie

I received rejection letters for ten years (one on a napkin, written in crayon.) I had all my rejection notices stored in a box. When the box was finally full I took it to the curb and set it on fire. The next day I went out and got a temp job.

I'm done with men. I have a hamster. That's all I need.

I had an alarm, I had nerve gas, I had a yogurt. What more could anyone want?