Stop the planet. I want to get off.

That's one of the things I like about Mary Lou. She's willing to believe the worst about anyone.

Truth is, I'm a good Catholic girl. The faith has always been elusive, but the guilt is intractable.

I hung my head. Ranger was next on the list. “Yo,” Ranger said when he answered. “Small problem.” “No kidding. Your car just went off the screen.” “It sort of burned up.” Silence. “And you know that keypad you gave me? It was in the car.” “Babe.

Cupcake, your middle name is trouble.

Stop the planet. I want to get off.

Suppose I lay down on the pavement and you run over me a few times with my own car...just for old times.