You've got no sense of humor.""I'm going to laugh really hard after I kick your ass.

Do little pink fairies sing and dance in your world, Peabody?""Sometimes, when it's very quiet and no one else can see.

I hate patience. Slows everything down.

Maybe I just didn’t want it to be Benny because he really loves her, and if I was wrong about that, it’d be depressing. Who wants to be depressed?”“Poets,” Eve decided. “You have to think they must.”“Okay, other than poets.

Her killer wrote a note on that stationary.""A note." Now Renquist's eyebrows lifted. "Well. That was rather arrogant of him, wasn't it?

He couldn't lead himself out of a room made of doors.

Morris stepped back, blinked. “Well, look at you.” “What?” Thrown off, Eve glanced down at herself.“You look gorgeous.” She’d have been less shocked if he’d stabbed her with his scalpel. “I— What?” “Like a perfect spring day,” he added as he walked over to clean his hands. “I calls ’em as I sees ’em.

Where’s the hooch—for Dickhead?”“Fourth-floor gift room.”She stared at him for ten silent seconds. “We have a gift room?”On a half laugh, he shook his head. “One day, darling Eve, you really should go through the entire house. East wing, fourth-floor tower.”“Okay.” Since she wasn’t completely sure where that was, she walked to the elevator.

After they left the office, Peabody shoved her hands in her pockets. "These nicknames are pissing me off.""But you're not I'm-Too-Good-to-Pee-Body. Harris is.""It's my damn name. And now I have to pee. It's like my bladder has to prove something.""Pee at the bank. Consider it a deposit.