I'm as lucky as a bed of oysters on cioppino night.

I hope you nail the bastard.”So does he.

Lisa blamed Twilight, and the preconceived notions about men (especially dangerous men) that it tended to form in the impressionable adolescent mind.

You are fifty different kinds of twisted.""Only fifty? Val, you wound me.

Hello, Mrs. Tran...I have David's homework. And if you ever want to see it again, you'll pay me the two million dollars I asked for.

Identities were like teeth: hard to maintain and easy to lose, but people tended to look at you funny when you were missing one.

Welcome to Arizona, you bastard.

We don't have dealings. He just stalks me. I'm popular like that.

I can take care of myself,” I said hotly.“Darlin, you don't even know how to pleasure yourself.