Quotes from Suzanne Wright

Greta: At one point, you practically stalked poor Dante. Jamie: Stalked? No, I just watched him. At night. From behind a bush. Using night-vision googles.

Jamie: Maybe you could stop being a neat freak and ease off with barking orders at me. Dante: I resent the neat-freak statement. And I do not bark. Jamie: Sure you don't, Popeye. Dante: And it wouldn't kill you to use the shoe rack. I mean, it's right by the door. Jamie: Stop putting my CD's in chronological order, and I'll work on the shoe rock thing. Dante: How about alphabetical order? Jamie: How about you go to therapy?

she was a sarcastic bitch and when she was pissed off the sarcasm took on a life of it's own.

No, I'm done! I'm tired, I'm sweaty, I'm in agony, and why do I feel like I need to shit?" "It's totally natural to feel that way," said Grace in a placatory, calming voice. "Some women even have one during labor." "What?" The word dripped with horror. "Women can shit when they're in labor? Tell me that won't happen to me! Don't you let me shit, Grace!

Wanna go to bed and play doctors?" Chuckling, she punched his arm. "No, I don't." "Sorry, that was immature. How about playing gynecologists?" Again, she chuckled. "I would, but lunch is calling my name loud and clear." "Baby, I'll call your name as loud and clear as you want.

She had long ago concluded that it was impossible to find guys who were considerate and sensitive as well as hot. Well, impossible to find some that didn't already have boyfriends of their own anyway.

There's nothing depraved about sex. Of course with a little creativity, some toys and a whole lot of dirty talk, you can change that.

Dante: Want me to get your name inked on me? How about on my arm? Jamie: No. That's boring. Dante: How about over my heart then? Jamie: No. That's corny. Dante: Is not. Jamie: Is too. Dante: We'll discuss it later.

Oh come on, you talk so much shit I can smell it on your breath.

I'm an angel. The horns are only there to hold up the halo.

A crap upbringing doesn't make someone weak, it makes them strong or how else could they get through it.

In a perfect world I would be taller, you would be alive, and chickens could cross the road without being the subject of a joke.

You don't think that perhaps you have anger management issues?" "Punching people is managing my anger.

No need to take it out on me that you're so wrinkled you have to screw your hat on.

Max flashed me a flirtatious smile. "Why don't you come and join us, me and you could -" "Don't even finish that sentence, Slap-head." "Hey, I told you, call me Max." "While you're being a wanker, you're Slap-head.

What does it feel like to be latent? I don't know. What does it feel like to be so old that your birth certificate is in Roman numerals?

I've met guys like you before. They talk the talk but, well…talking doesn't exactly get people to orgasm, does it?

In your day a guy named Noah was building an Ark.

Just then Antonio, his two guards, his two Pit Bulls, Sebastian, and a strange, tall Keja bloke who had long white-grey hair and a matching long beard entered. That's Luther, Jared informed me. He's Antonio's Advisor. Someone should tell him that he's not living in the film Lord of the Rings. Jared coughed to hide his giggle.

I'm not tired,I'm just checking my eyelids for holes.It could take a while.