Honey, a man can't keep his gun in a cookie jar. It just isn't done.

Almost everybody I know has died,” Grandma said. “Bunch of wimps.

I almost never shoot people.

And then it gets so hot that they keep the supermarkets too cold. Hot, cold. Hot, cold. It gives me the runs." Mr. Landowsky

Wondering where Ranger was now, when I needed him. Why wasn’t he here, insisting on locking me up in a safe house? Now that my hamster’s cage was clean, I’d be happy to oblige.

You're a marshmallow. Soft and sweet and when you get heated up you go all gooey and delicious."-

Any intelligent woman would have made a dignified retreat, but this was New Jersey, where dignity always runs a poor second to the pleasure of getting in someone's face.