This isn't just a job. This is a service profession. We uphold the law, babe." Ranger

I was going to go to church, but I decided to get doughnuts instead.

My body is not designed to run. My body was designed to sit in an expensive care and drive.

In spite of all the sparring that went on between us, I sort of liked Morelli. Good judgment told me to stand clear of him, but then I've never been a slave to good judgment.

The elevator doors opened, and Ranger stepped out and spied Tank stretched out on the carpet. "Fainted," I said. Ranger walked to Tank and stood hands on hips, staring down at him. "Tank doesn't faint. I've been in firefights with him. He's a rock." "Well, the rock fainted.

My father was in the kitchen putting a new washer in the kitchen faucet. He looked relieved to see Morelli standing in the hallway. He'd probably prefer I bring home someone useful, like a butcher or a car mechanic, but I guess cops are a step up from undertakers.

Maybe your pregnant. Oops, hold on, you're not pregnant, on account of you're not gettin any.