One Ranger Is All You'll Ever Need.

Truth Is, I Think Naked Men Are Kind Of Strange Looking What With Their Doodles And Ding-dong Hanging Loose Like They Do. Nevertheless, There's The Curiosity Thing. I Guess It's Another One Of Those Car Crash Experiences, Where You Feel Compelled To Look Even If You Know You'll Be Horrified.

Sweetie, Nothing That Flies Looks Safe, Including Birds.

Look At You! You Look Like Rangeman Barbie. You Got A Gun And Everything. -lula

I Got Out Of The Elevator And Confronted Mr. Wexler. “killing Is Wrong.” “we Kill Chickens,” Mr. Wexler Said. “we Kill Cows. We Kill Trees. So Big Deal, We Kill Some Drug Dealers.” It Was Hard To Argue With That Kind Of Logic Because I Like Cows And Chickens And Trees Much Better Than Drug Dealers.

Men!" "at Least We Don't Fake It." "listen, It Was Your Uncle. And We Were Late, Remember? So I Made The Sacrifice And Got Us There In Time For Dessert. You Should Be Thanking Me." Morelli's Mouth Was Open Slightly And His Face Was Registering A Mixture Of Astonished Disbelief And Wounded, Pissed-off Male Pride. Okay, It Wasn't That Much Of A Sacrifice At The Time, And I Knew He Shouldn't Be Thanking Me, But Give Me A Break Here... This Wasn't Famine In Ethiopia