I Hate Mornings. They Start So Early.

He Squinted At Me. "what Are You Wearing? Is That Some New Form Of Birth Control?

I Could Use Some Help With An Fta. What's Your Problem? He's Old, And I'll Look Like A Loser If I Shoot Him.

Maybe Your Pregnant. Oops, Hold On, You're Not Pregnant, On Account Of You're Not Gettin Any.

That’s Nice Of You, But It’s Not Necessary To Loan Me A Car.” “i Loan You Cars All The Time.” “and I Almost Always Destroy Them Or Lose Them. I Have Terrible Luck With Cars.” “working At Rangeman Is A High-stress Job, And You’re One Of Our Few Sources Of Comic Relief. I Give You A Car And My Men Start A Pool On How Long It Will Take You To Trash It. You’re A Line Item In My Budget Under Entertainment.

In Spite Of All The Sparring That Went On Between Us, I Sort Of Liked Morelli. Good Judgment Told Me To Stand Clear Of Him, But Then I've Never Been A Slave To Good Judgment.