Quotes About Amy Lane

My hair curls like a yeti's pubes in this humidity—I'm starting to figure out why product was invented!

I was asleep for almost ten years. And then this big goober with all these fucking weird animals moved into my house, and I was suddenly awake.

Ari stood up to greet them, and Crawford went back to his grumpy bastard therapy, which some people confused with spinning.

Really? Brixton? Where nobody speaks fucking English?" Okay, that wasn't quite fair, and supposedly Brixton was getting "gentrified." "Remember Guns of Brixton, the Clash?

You are making me something, cow-woman, or is that just make believe and pretend, like your sex life?' 'I'm making you a gag, Mickey, so I can knit in fucking peace.

If you Ever say Anything about fairies knitting for two gay men again, I will fire you, Then I will knit you a noose, do you hear me?" Craw outburst at Jeremy's comment.

Chimp-baby was a basic ginger tom (heh heh heh), and he'd seemed to have a very grounded, bombproof constitution while crawling in the adoption cage with his siblings.

He'd thrown up once already, on purpose, and the purging seemed to have steadied his nerves a little—and made the giant breakfast he'd eaten feel a little less burdensome—but it wasn't enough.

When he came to, groggy from the painkillers and still in pain (oh the fucking injustice!),

Craw didn't just grunt - he made sounds like barnyard animals going to bed at night. The more frustrated and/or inarticulate he felt, the bigger the animal. This particular grunt sounded like a constipated cow.

Constance threw the rock out into the desert, where it probably continued in a short, shallow orbit around the earth until it reached Canada. Oregon at the very least.

He stepped into Tommy's hug like a traveler in the rain steps into a bus station. It wasn't home, but that didn't mean he wasn't grateful to be out of the cold.

I could retire," he said, as though to himself. "That would be good. I could retire, and the wife and I could move to a desert island, and—" "Doc?

Nobody had it under control. Nobody had it buttoned down all the time. Sometimes all you could do was play pretend. And the people who looked at him on the stage and pretended were just as bare on the inside as Mackey, who got lost in the music on the stage for the very same reason.

A flight suit. 'Cause you're a big bad pilot, right? You fell out of your helicopter. Now unzip your onesie so you don't bleed to death.

I mean, we bonded doing blow in the bathroom when we were doing our clinical rotations. It was 1987—who wasn't getting high? But…." He sighed, and Mackey realized his voice had gotten really impassioned.

Oh my God. Stop reading my mind!" "Then stop being a decent human being with perfectly predictable emotional reactions!

being licked to death by the fearless warriors who had apparently decided he was their god. Deacon had that effect on people.

All his family was happy, and he could finally relax enough to go into A-fib.

small talk about how hot all the Marvel stars were and how he might even do the raccoon if he got desperate enough, and somehow, they managed to make it home.

Breathing was easier, and he felt the stiffness on his ribs, which meant they'd been taped.

Kimmy's got a mouth like a sailor fucking a trucker,