Get Me A Gun. If I Don't

I Looked Over At Him. "is That A Proposal?" There Was Total Silence For A Couple Beats. "i'm Not Sure. It Just Popped Out." "let Me Know When You're Sure." "would You Say Yes?" Morelli Asked. "i'm Not Sure.

I'm Sorry About Your Porsche." "i Can Replace The Porsche. I Can't Replace You. You Need To Be More Careful." I Was Just Sitting In Your Car!" Babe, You're A Magnet For Disaster.

It Was Lorraine In Her Nightie And Mo In His Cap. They'd Just Settled Their Brains For A Long Winter's Nap In Front Of The Television. When Out In The Lot There Arose Such A Clatter, They Sprang From Their Recliners To See What Was The Matter. Away To The Window They Flew Like A Flash, Tore Open The Blinds And Threw Up The Sash. And What To Their Wondering Eyes Should Appear, But Stephanie Plum And Yet Another Of Her Cars Burning Front To Rear.

I Guessed My Mother Figured If My Father Got Right Down To The Task Of Eating He Wouldn’t Be So Inclined To Jump Up And Strangle My Grandmother.

Sorry About Bender," Lula Said, Letting The Trans Am Idle At The Curb. "maybe We Could Tell Vinnie He Died. We Could Say We Were All Set To Bring Bender In, And He Died. Bang. Dead As A Doorknob." "better Yet, Why Don't We Just Go Back And Kill Him," I Said. I Opened The Door To Leave, Caught My Toe In The Floor Mat, And Fell Out Of The Car, Face First. I Rolled Onto My Back And Stared Up At The Stars. "i'm Fine," I Said To Lula. "maybe I'll Sleep Here Tonight.