Knowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he'd forgotten about to his dirty laundry.

Ummm…” She licked her lips. “Define fun.” “Quit doing that, jailbait. It’s distracting.

It made her eyes fill up with tears, and she for a few more minutes starting it over, replaying it, watching his lips say the words: "We can be lonely together.

I'm more worried about you," she said. "You and trouble..." "yeah." She heard the smile in his voice. "We're like that.

He dunked his tea bag and watched the results critically. “I really must get a new supplier. This tea is pathetic. America just doesn’t understand tea at all.

Morely: You're trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You'd look terrible in a skirt

Oh, try not to sound so much like Mom—you don’t have the ovaries" (Monica Morrell - Last Breath)