Thank you, Captain Obvious." "I'm on the Senate," he reminded me. "It's Lord Obvious.

..."I ran out of stock around midnight and dropped by a place, got some Chinese." I hoped he meant takeout.

He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.

I narrowed my eyes at it. Ming-de’s little gift, I assumed. “You look better in color,” I snapped. He sent me a sultry look over his shoulder. “Really? Most women think I look better in nothing at all.

He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird

Where. Is. He?" Alphonse repeated, although it sounded more like "Don't make me eat your face.

Mr. Complete Lack of Sympathy