He's a good man," Ranger said. "And you?" "I'm better.

Sweetie, nothing that flies looks safe, including birds.

I'd hate to list our specialties. Wreck cars, eat doughnuts, create mayhem.

I got out of the tub and had to squelch a scream when I saw my reflection in the vanity mirror. My hair looked like it had taken 2000 volts and been spray starched

Everyone knows that if you buy chocolate with spare change, then the calories don't count.

I can give you a better 'and then'," Ranger said.

Opening my door to Dillon Ruddick, my bulding super. I handed him a cup of coffee. "Sorry about the blood." "What was it this time?" No one reported gunfire." "I hit a guy in the face with a hair dryer." "Whoa." Dillon said. "It wasn't my fault," I told him. "Maybe we should lay down some linoleum here. It would make things easier for clean up.