Good news!" she chirped. "The doctor says this time it's triplets!

Bobby Tom: You're supposed to be my assistant, not a baby-sitter! Gracie: One and the same.

When you've been around a snake long enough, you learn how to crawl in the dirt.

We’re only human.” “One of us, anyway. The other’s a reptile.” “Harsh, Annabelle. Very harsh.

Why don't I just hand you my panties and be done with it.

You try spending six months sitting at somebody's bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn't one of God's good gifts.

Gracie: You have an unusual house. Have you lived here long? Bobby Tom: A couple of years. I don't much like it myself, but the architect is real proud of it. She calls it urban Stone Age with a Japanese Tahitian influence. I sort of just call it ugly.