Quotes from Shelly Laurenston

So what's going on?" Livy asked after spitting out a bit more blood. "Got a job for you." "Will I be whoring?" "Not this time. I'm sorry." "You know how I love to whore," Livy stated with that flat tone that freaked people out, because no one ever knew whether she was joking or not.

You're willing to miss the finals... for me?" "I attacked a van for you." "But that didn't interfere with your schedule.

Gee. What's that puddle at Nik's feet? Why, that's Angie Santiago. She used to be an ice princess now she's just a sopping mess.

My brother got shot three times two months ago, and he didn't get the fever." "I bet your family gets shot at a lot, huh?

Ulrich Van Holtz continued to read the latest tome on world economics, pretending to be bored, but in truth absolutely fascinated!

He didn't. But I didn't beat him up," Lock quickly added. "I…I simply threw him five…or maybe it was fifty feet into a tree." The two friends gazed at each other for a long moment. Finally, Lock shrugged. "That does make it all kind of awkward, doesn't it?

His mother had often told Lock that he was much too polite to ever be a true intellectual.

Take your winnings and go, feline." "Where did the love go?" Gwen pouted. "It went with our money," Nevin muttered.

Mitch waved his hand in front of his nose. "Christ almighty! What is that funk on you?" Gwen smirked. "Eau de Grizzly.

She pushes you because she wants you to be the best." "The best at what? Matricide?

That's nothing. To impress a polar bear I met in Switzerland, I once got on two tiny sticks and flew down a snow-covered mountain.

Really, Mitch Shaw had absolutely no shame. Sissy knew this when he walked into the Lewis Sisters' Pie Shop and dropped to his knees in front of the cold case. His hands rested on the glass, and he looked at each pie like a small child would. "I…I can't make up my mind," he gasped. Like Mitch needed to make up his mind. He could finish everything in that case and still be hungry less than an hour from now.

Isn't it enough you have poor Mitch here playing against bears?" They all looked at "poor Mitch," who seemed to be having the equivalent of an orgasm eating that slice of cherry pie.

Now y'all, cut it out. Brothers and sisters shouldn't act like this." Sissy stared at her brother's mate. "Are you new to the neighborhood?

She sighed as if she'd realized the worst thing imaginable. "We're going to be together and in love forever, aren't we?

Mister?" she snapped. "Paddington?" he shot back.

So, taking a page from the Alla Baranova-MacRyrie handbook of motivational techniques, Lock said, "Hey, I totally understand if you can't do this.

Is there something wrong with you? Mentally?" Darlin', you met my family. You've gotta be more specific than that. (Jess to Smitty)

He may have his mother's gray–green eyes, but this wonderful little boy—and Smitty's godson—still had the cold, hard expression of a predator. Just like his daddy.

Smiled at Smitty. Leered at Dez. And practically spit at Mace. Man, the staff at this restaurant really didn't like him.

No, you'll regret it in the morning." "But it'll make me happy now.

She was thinking, I have a nut in my house. How do I get the nut out of my house?

But I was about to make him see God…

They stared at each other for several seconds. Finally, Mitch said, "Thanks for your high level of concern." "It doesn't quite live up to your high level of whining.