The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful; the second, I think, because hed thought surely the first must have been a mistake.

Who would ever understand me?

Keep hoping to see the light in her eyes. Even knowing it'll mean she's saying good-bye.

I get off on a man with strong moral fiber. The closest Barrons ever gets to fiber is walking down the cereal aisle at the grocery store.

All I need is a badly mangled, irate sentence stalking me.

Lies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.

Woman, you are a thousand kinds of fool.