Sweet Jesus. It was The Delicious in the dark shirt and jeans.

Wow. Clearly, I need to find myself an ex-con. Since prison is probably the only place in this city I haven’t looked for Mr. Right yet.

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

- I hate to break this to you, Cameron, but you are only human. - Shh... I've been trying to keep that under wraps for years.

Because wine means the responsible part of the day is over.

You don't touch the purse. The purse is sacrosanct.

Don't get me wrong. I love a Denver omelette as much as the next girl. But I'm curious whether that’s your thing, or if you try to change up the routine depending on the specific woman. You know… like, green pepper because I have green eyes, ham because I’m so funny, and onions for all the tears you’ll shed after I leave.