Quotes About Family

Did you pack an extra gun?" "Of course," she said. "You can never have too many weapons." Jake smiled. "I raised you right.

Your grandmother needs a ride to the viewing, and I'm holding you responsible if she shoots someone, gets arrested, or tries to take a selfie with the deceased.

looked around for Grandma, spotting her and Dougie hiding behind a car on the opposite side of the street. They were wearing Super Suits and they had bath towels pinned around their necks like capes.

My grandmother is a little Cuban woman who cooks all day and speaks Spanish. Your grandmother watches pay-per-view porn." "She used to watch the Weather Channel, but she said there wasn't enough action.

Count me in." Jake put his things back in the rucksack, slung it over his shoulder, and stood up. "The kids can finish up this project." "You've taught them how to make land mines?" "I wouldn't be much of a grandfather if I didn't.

Grandma pulled a .44 magnum out of her purse. Everybody duck, and I'll shoot out his tires.

He exposed himself,' I said. 'Men aren't supposed to go around exposing themselves at unsuspecting women.' 'Well, technically none of us was unsuspecting,' Grandma said. 'We wait for him to show up. I guess it's one of them generation things. You get to an age and you look forward to seeing a winkie at four in the afternoon when you're peeling potatoes for supper.

Grandma ladled out oatmeal for the three of us. She and I took our bowls into the dining area, and Bob ate his in the kitchen. When Grandma and I went back to the kitchen, Bob's bowl was empty. The cardboard box that used to hold the cake was also empty. "Guess Bob's got a sweet tooth," Grandma said. I shook my finger at him. "That was rude. And besides, you'll get fat." Bob wagged his tail.

My mother was in the kitchen ironing. Physically she's a younger version of my Grandma Mazur, and physically I'm a younger version of my mother. Mentally and emotionally my mother is on her own. Lunacy seems to have skipped a generation and my mother is left to bear the burden of maintaining standards of decorum for the family. My grandmother and I are the loose cannons.

Children. Suppose we have children and it turns out we don't like them?" "If we can like Bob, we can like anything," Morelli said. Bob was in the living room licking lint off the carpet.

The doorbell rang and Grandma ran to get it. "It's him," she said to me. "It's my honey." My father got out of his chair in the living room and took his seat at the table. "I don't care if he craps in a bag," he said to Ranger. "I'll give you a hundred bucks if you can scare him into marrying her and moving her into his room at the old people's home.

I introduced myself and told him I was looking for his dad. 'Haven't seen him,' he said. 'We aren't close. He's an even bigger dick than me. I mean, dude, he named me Oswald.

Glad to hear it," Randy said. "There should be meat with every meal. Without meat there's no meal, am I right?" "I like this boy," my father said. "He's got a good head on his shoulders.

She's lived with my parents since Grandpa Mazur took the big escalator to the heavenly food court in the sky.

I exchanged glances with my mother and Grandma. None of us wanted to tell my father about the contract on Grandma. "Mistaken identity," I said. "Prank," my mother said. "Damn aliens," Grandma said.

Janet Evanovich

You got no control.' 'Excuse me?' my mother said. 'No control? I am the queen of control. Look at this family. I have a daughter in Disney World with Oogily-Woogily Smoochikins. I have a granddaughter who thinks she's a horse. I have a mother who thinks she's a teenager.' She turned to me. 'And you! I don't even know where to begin.

I couldn't imagine the table not being there. The refrigerator and the stove got changed out, but the table remained. It was the heart of the kitchen, and the kitchen was the heart of the house.

Babe!" Ranger shouted from the bathroom. "Come get your grandmother.

She's a silly old lady,' my mother said. 'You could be a good Christian and turn the other cheek.' 'I'm a plenty good Christian,' Grandma said, 'but I got it on good authority that God wants me to get Bella for Him.

Stand back. I'm going to give the eye.' Grandma pulled a .45 long barrel out of her black patent leather purse and pointed it at Bella. 'You put your finger to your eye and I'll put a hole in your head that's so big you could push a potato through it.

My grandmother likes you. My mother worries that you might be related to Satan.

the ancient Greeks thought there were four kinds of love. Storge, or familial love. Philia, or friendship. Eros, or romantic love, and agape, or unconditional love.

Grandma was in her mid-seventies and didn't look a day over ninety.