Honey, A Man Can't Keep His Gun

I Failed Math Twice, Never Fully Grasping Probability Theory. I Mean, First Off, Who Cares If You Pick A Black Ball Or A White Ball Out Of The Bag? And Second, If You’re Bent Over About The Color, Don’t Leave It To Chance. Look In The Damn Bag And Pick The Color You Want.

I May Not Be The Most Patient Woman In The World, Or The Most Glamorous, Or The Most Athletic, But I'm Right Up There At The Top Of The Line When It Comes To Resiliency.

'it's Been Almost A Month Since You Found A Body. I Knew You Were Due.'

Valerie Was Crying, Too. She Was Laughing And Sniffling Back Sobs. “i’m Going To Marry My Snuggy Wuggums,” She Said. Morelli Paused, His Fork Halfway To The Roast Chicken Platter. He Slid His Eyes To Me And Leaned Close. “if You Ever Call Me Snuggy Wuggums In Public I’ll Lock You In The Cellar And Chain You To The Furnace.

He’s Sort Of A Homeless Horse,” I Said. “i’m Leaving For The Airport In Two Seconds, And I Won’t Be Back For A Couple Days. You Can Put The Horse In The Garage, But I Don’t Want That Horse In My Apartment.” “who Would Put A Horse In An Apartment? That’s Dumb.” “where’s The Horse Staying Now?” “my Apartment.” “i Can Always Count On You To Brighten My Day,” Ranger Said. And He Disconnected.