J.D. nodded. Yes, yes, fine, thank you. Nice attitude, by the way. Like boss, like secretary.

What can I say? I’m a sucker for the shy, quiet types.

If he'd expected to be pampered and coddled through his undercover assignments, he would have gone to work for the CIA.

In the business world, what’s the female equivalent of going golfing with a client?” Laney gave this some thought. Payton fell silent, too, contemplating. After a few moments, neither of them could come up with anything. How depressing. Payton sighed, feigning resignation. “Well, that’s it. I guess I’ll just have to sleep with them.” Laney folded her hands primly on the table. “I think I’m uncomfortable with this conversation.

Because nine years ago, I walked up to the most beautiful girl in the bar, and tonight she's still the only person I want to talk to.

Business associates? Ouch. That’s worse than friends

Jack leaned over, “Ever get the impression that these women are way out of our league?” “I shot the last guy who said that to me.