Ranger declined the butterscotch pudding, not wanting to disrupt the consistency of his blood sugar level. I had two puddings and coffee, choosing to keep my pancreas at peak performance. Use it or lose it is my philosophy.

I’ll be real discreet,” Tank said. As discreet as a six-foot-six, no-neck guy weighing three hundred and fifty pounds, all dressed in black SWAT clothes, with a Glock holstered at his side could be.

Stephanie, I'm begging you. Eat some doughnuts. I can't keep going like this." - Morelli

Happens to me all the time...People are always underestimating my dumbness.

I don't need shoes. I need a night scope. You think they sell night scopes someplace here?

Calories don’t count if they’re connected to a celebration. Everyone knows this.

You ever get any death threats? How about ex-husbands or ex-boyfriends? You run over anyone recently?” ~ Morelli