Whitney: You black-hearted, treacherous, conniving scoundrel. Clayton: Your flattery warms my heart
Judith McNaughtMatt: I know you can cook. Meredith: What makes you so sure? Matt: Because less than an hour ago, you set me on fire.
Judith McNaughtRoyce's eyes narrowed in discouragement at the thoght of having to sing to jenny. his deep bariton voice would surely bring every hound for miles to yap and nip at his heels.
Judith McNaught