Diesel is back," Ranger said. Yes. How did you know?" I woke up with a migraine this morning." Ranger said.

I'm for sure a workaholic. I'm a complete control freak and I take on way too many projects.

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.

If God had wanted me to lose weight he would have made sure there was creamed spinach for dessert.

I know what you're thinking," Grandma said into the silence. "Do I have anymore bullets in this here gun? Well, with all the confusion, what with being locked up in a refrigerator, I plumb forgot what was in here to start with. But being that this is a 45 magnum, the most powerful handgun in existence, and it could blow your head clean off, you just got to ask yourself one question. Do you feel lucky today? Well, do you, punk?" Christ," Spiro whispered. "She thinks she's f**king Clint Eastwood.

You need teeth like mine!" Grandma said. "You can just mail 'em to the dentist!

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