Quotes from Shannon Stacey

He grinned, a naughty grin that probably weakened her granddaughter's knees.

Sean, this is Paulie Reed, my head bartender, assistant manager and all-around right-hand man. Woman. Person. Right-hand person.

I ran into a friend of yours today," he told her. "Oh, yeah?" "Tall. Hot. Batshit crazy?

A first date with his fiancé, Sean mused. Life after the army wasn't turning out to be quite as boring as he'd feared it might be.

Never for a second had Keri ever thought she'd be envious of a woman who was a bundle of insecurities—whose career consisted of laundry and carpooling, and who had given birth to four walking, talking weapons of mass destruction.

Hailey shook her head. "Nobody cares about the meatloaf, Paige. Mitch is in town for six weeks and you could do with a little less tension. Don't want you killing anybody. "So what you're saying is that I have to have sex with Mitch to save lives?" "Absolutely.

It wasn't easy being single and pushing forty in a big family group, and he guessed that's what was eating at her. He knew how it felt. He slept alone and he ate alone. He watched television alone and, when he was reading a book and came across an exceptionally good passage, he had nobody to share it with.

If you're looking for sympathy, it's between shit and syphilis in the dictionary.

Like agreeing to learn the doggy paddle and being shoved off the high-dive board. And to keep things interesting, somebody told Bobby, Kevin's youngest nephew, the baby could hear stuff, and he was determined to make his new cousin his BFF in utero. It was a bit disconcerting having a kid randomly tell bad jokes to her stomach. Like now. "Why did the weasel cross the road?" he yelled at her belly button. "To prove it wasn't a chicken!

That's the important stuff. I could write it on a sticky note, if you want, along with my favorite sexual position. Which isn't missionary, by the way." It was right there on the tip of her tongue—then what is your favorite sexual position?—but she bit it back.

So does your Uncle Kevin." "I'm sick of being the smallest boy. We need another one so I have somebody to pick on, too." "Oh…great." It was scary to think her baby was going to be the low man on the totem pole of trickle-down family dynamics.

Bobby stopped laughing and craned his head to look up at her. "I hope it's a boy." "So does your Uncle Kevin." "I'm sick of being the smallest boy. We need another one so I have somebody to pick on, too." "Oh…great." It was scary to think her baby was going to be the low man on the totem pole of trickle-down family dynamics.

Hey, Mitch," he called after him. "We don't really have to cook our meals on sticks, do we?" Mitch shrugged. "Depends on how badly we piss off the women. Word to the wise, behave yourself on burger night because it's a bitch to keep them on a stick.