You're right. Everyone in this room with a pulse is starting to smell really good. Okay. Back in the box, better safe than sorry.

It hasn't escaped my notice that you only compliment me when you're intoxicated.

Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information?” Bones asked, getting back to the subject. “You to take me,” she replied at once. “Not gonna happen!” I spat, squeezing him possessively. Three sets of widened eyes fixed on me. That’s when I realized that what I had a firm grip on was no longer his hand.

There is no way I’m going out in public like this!” It seemed while I was being tormented at the salon, Bones had been out shopping. I didn’t ask where he got the money from, images of old folks with their necks bleeding and their wallets missing dancing in my head. There were boots, earrings, push-up bras, skirts, and something he swore to me were dresses but only looked like pieces of dresses.

Don't squander what you have. If you do, you'll spend the rest of your days regretting it.

God, Bones, you must have argued yourself blue in the face.

If you run from me, I will chase you, and I'll find you.