50 Quotes About Cookie

Have they even seen the Winchester boys? Sammy and Dean's existence proves there is a god and she is a woman.

My phone pinged. It was a text from Cookie.I'm not good at cocking guns.Really? Did she not know me at all?I texted her back. You can do this. Learn the cock, Cookie.Know the cock.Be the cock.

Hey, I'm going to Super Dog for a quick bite and to pass along a message from a dead guy to his girlfriend. You should come with me.""I can't go with you.""Is it because of my questionable morals?""No, it's because it's three o'clock in the afternoon and I have to pick up Amber from school.""Oh, right. So the morals thing doesn't bother you?

You know how you heal really fast?” I stood and walked to the doorway that separated our offices. “Yes,” I answered, wondering where she was going with this. She was sucking the side of her index finger. “Maybe if you lick my cut, your spit will heal me fast, too.” “Dude,” I said, tamping down a giggle, “I’m not licking your cut.” “Just lick me.” She held out her finger. “This is going to be tender for days.” “I’m not licking you.” A line I rarely said aloud.

Charley talking to Cookie ‘'You know those women in nursing homes that have to be restrained around the clock because they mix up everyones medication and steal all the bedpans?'' ‘’Yes'' I said wondering what I was walking into''That’s going to be you!''She was probably right, if I live that long

I was busy perusing the suicide notes and waiting for Belvedere's water to finish its treatment when I heard a thud from Cookie's office. Then a mousy squeak. The a throaty moan."Cookie," I said, wiggling my fingers at Belvedere to get him acquainted to with our strange ways, "are you masturbating?""No, I got a paper cut."Oh, I didn't see that coming.

Cookie saw him, too. "Holy mother of all things sexy," she said, her eyes drinking him in."Right there with ya.

I think I met your friend Charley.""You...did? When?""When I looked in the mirror this morning."She stood in disbelief for a moment. Then astonishment. Then doubt. Then hope. Then wariness. Aka, the five stages of Cookie.

Well?” she asked when she picked up.“Do you think we’re really alone in the universe?”“Were you abducted by aliens again?”“No, thank goodness. Once was enough for me.”“Oh, whew. So, what happened with Reyes? Did you see him?”“Saw him. Argued with him. Barfed.