Quotes About Suspicion

Owen. Look at me," Amy said. Owen opened the door. "Piece of advice," he said, keeping his back to Amy. "Don't get into bed with men you suspect of murder.

Dude," Owen said to his brother, "she's fucking insane. She pushed me in. I think she's trying to kill me. I swear to fucking god.

You're saying you think one of my staff might be a terrorist." She kept her face neutral, but couldn't resist asking the next question, like poking at a sore tooth. "Is this the first organization you've visited?" "Yes.

You should be more paranoid

It had been branded with a single hoofprint. Though considering the presence of the sulfur smell, I figured we weren't dealing with a homicidal cow.

People were pointing and muttering to each other

Kaitlyn:I though- that you might need something. Gabe:I don't need anything from anyone! Kaitlyn: I think you're lying

I don't trust nobody that don't have my name tattooed on her ass, and then it's iffy.

If suspicion was the deadliest possible insult, then trust was always right, even if it was mistaken.

Es celos lo que imagino, que no es celos lo que sé: cosa que pienso que fue y que en mi daño adivino.

Statistics also show that, unfortunately, once someone seriously suspects infidelity, more often than not, their suspicion is correct.

He moved into her house allegedly to care for her. Beulah knows he's just after the house. It's a highly valuable piece of luxury waterfront property now. Horton is a caregiver, not a carer. Sometimes she wonders if he's trying to hasten her demise. Horton is Beulah's big regret in life. She bites into the soggy biscuit and wonders what her boy will do with all the family china when she's gone.

This was you. It all adds up now. You invited me to the pub, and she was waiting there. She moved in after you plied me with whisky, after you gave me the card for the PI. And then my drink was spiked. You fucking set me up. Ahmed Waheed was probably never in line for the COO position

Everyone now knows that the woman was mentally unstable and desperate for attention. She set you up, targeted you. She admitted it.

Some micro-level vibe. And it's telling Daisy this is not the first time her husband and this blonde have met. There's a much deeper current here.

People don't hire lawyers like Klister when they have nothing to hide. This woman's fee would send average folk into bankruptcy, or at the least force a second mortgage

And she isn't certain yet that this is the woman her husband was seeing.

She doesn't trust Tom. He lied to her. He's been lying to her for their entire married life.

But if she does turn out to be the woman Rue stalked, then she's already crossed a line, and with each second she's getting in deeper. She tells herself again that it can't be her.

If he's retained Klister the Blister," says Backmann, "my money's on him being guilty as sin. Innocent people don't hire counsel like the Blister.

Any time I'm not shooting my mouth off to a clichéd, two-bit creature of the night like you, it's because I'm up to something.

I got the sneaking suspicion that the vampire was a couple of Peeps short of an Easter basket.

There is hinkiness afoot with regard to my, ah, disposition.

He nodded. "Someone really would get suspicious if they saw you roaming around. If I need you I'll give you a signal." "What signal?" "I'll imitate the scream of a terrified little girl," he said with a waggle of his eyebrows. He headed out the door. "Back in a minute.