I'd suggest putting your head between your knees, but I think that's physically impossible for you at the moment.

If you tell me I'm sensible in addition to normal and wise, I'm going to punch you in the stomach.

Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.

I want you to take note, Commander, that turning in my badge would be like cutting off my arm. But if it comes down to a choice between the job and my marriage, then I lose the arm.

Not everything you wanted, deep inside, worked out.

She was the only woman he was afraid he would beg for.

Marry me, Rebecca...You might as well say yes. I'll just talk you into it.