It Was Lorraine In Her Nightie And

Who's The Best Person You Know. Of All The People You Know Personally, Is There Anyone Who Has A Sense Of Right And Wrong And Lives By It? This Was A Sticky Question Because It Would Have To Be Ranger ...but I Suspected He Occasionally Killed People. Only Bad People, Of Course, But Still...

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.

How Was Your Day?" Morelli Asked Me. "oh, You Know, The Usual. Stole A Truck. Blew Up A Building, And Brought Seven Monkeys Home With Me.

There Is No Such Thing As A Good Call At 7 Am. It's Been My Experience That All Calls Between The Hours Of 11 Pm And 9 Am Are Disaster Calls.

Sorry About Bender," Lula Said, Letting The Trans Am Idle At The Curb. "maybe We Could Tell Vinnie He Died. We Could Say We Were All Set To Bring Bender In, And He Died. Bang. Dead As A Doorknob." "better Yet, Why Don't We Just Go Back And Kill Him," I Said. I Opened The Door To Leave, Caught My Toe In The Floor Mat, And Fell Out Of The Car, Face First. I Rolled Onto My Back And Stared Up At The Stars. "i'm Fine," I Said To Lula. "maybe I'll Sleep Here Tonight.