Now, now. Southern ladies don’t French-kiss and tell.

What are you gonna do, angel face? Stab me with your eyebrow pencil?

...I have to tell you that I'm not all that comfortable with the idea of spending the rest of my life sleeping next to somebody who's got the power to fire me if my underwear doesn't make it all the way to the hamper." She repressed a smile. "I'm sympathetic to your problem, but I'm not selling the team just so you can be a slob." "Somehow I didn't expect you would.

I don't need to be fixed anymore. That job's already been done. I love you, Annabelle. -Heath Champion-

There you are," he said when she bobbed up. "I was getting worried." "What are you doing?" "Waiting till you're ready to drown." He smiled and eased back down on the seat. "And then I'm going to save your life. Dan did it for Phoebe and I'm going to do it for you." "Dan didn't try to murder her first!" she screamed. "I go the extra mile.

Ironic, isn't it, what religion does to people?" "I guess it's more ironic what people do to religion.

Did anybody tell you that you're a few french fries short of a Happy Meal?