Quotes About Misunderstanding

She thinks you married me for power," he said as they walked on. "Renee. As that's what she would've done. The power and the money is one in the same to her." "She's wrong. I married you for the sex." He grinned. "So sure of that am I that I work diligently to hold up my end of it.

She wondered why two people who loved each other to the point of stupid managed to aggravate each other as often as they seemed to.

And don't climb on your golden horse with me, Roarke. Don't you even start. That would be 'high horse,' Lieutenant.

It may be you confused undercover with undercovered.

We'll take the laundry in for anal.

I know I say people suck, but I didn't mean it literally.

The mistake the two of us made,' I said, 'was that we skimped the foreplay. I'm not blaming you, it was as much my fault as yours, but it was a fault nonetheless.

It always puzzled him, when he was a child, that a woman who wrote books for a living should be so bad at telling bedtime stories.

Bueno, está claro que no es fácil tener una conversación humana contigo, joven David. Creo que voy a buscar a otra persona con la que hablar.

how natural a mistake to believe that you can burn or tear or hack your way into the secret body of the other!

Butch nodded, finding as comfortable a bite as he could on the leather. He braced himself as V lifted an arm. Except when his roommate's palm landed on his bare chest all he felt was a warm weight. Butch frowned. This was it? This was fucking it? Scaring the shit out of Marissa for no good- He looked down, pissed off. Oh, wrong hand.

Because my patient just sat herself up--and I'm not talking about her raising her torso off the damn pillows. I wasn't there when she did it and I need to see how it happened. Red Sox seemed to stop breathing. What...I'm sorry. What the fuck are you saying. Do I need to reenact it in charades or some shit? I'll pass on that--I so don't need you on your knees in front of me with only a towel on. Which makes two of us. Wait, are you serious? Yeah. I'm really not interested in blowing you, either.

Oh… God. What was a male supposed to do in this situation? I'm sorry, he muttered. If I… uh, hurt your feelings or something. She glared at him. I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated.

Marissa, he mumbled, taking her hand. Don't want to see you drink so much? Wait, not really what he'd been going for. Ah...don't you to see me drink so much...want. Whatever. God...he was so confused.~Butch

The hardest thing is being with other people - it's like they're on a different wavelenght, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate.

When she didn't say anything more, he frowned, thinking this was the pair of them in a nutshell: Standing three feet away from each other and being separated by miles.

Bye-bye, Elan. P.S., Next time you implicate someone falsely, try to pick a pacifist.

I'm still convinced you're doing my GTO, you bastard.

Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. Must we do this? What happened -- I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again. Blay frowned. He and I have nothing to say to each other -- with all due respect, the ligature marks on my neck would suggest otherwise.

He wished he'd greeted her with something other than a reminder that they'd had sex the night before for the first time, though only because he assumed she was a prostitute that he'd bought and paid for, for the sole reason that he'd needed a woman that looked like her or he couldn't get it up.

Wait, does that mean I can watch Melrose or not? The double negative confused—" "Jesus Christ, will you just go!" Lassiter was muttering as he got to his feet. "How many times do I have to tell you that is not my name." "I need a drink.

He wished he'd greeted her with something other than a reminder that they'd had sex the night before for the first time, though only because he had assumed she was a prostitute that he'd bought and paid for, for the sole reason that he'd needed a woman that looked like her or he couldn't get it up.

You gotta cut that shit out." Lassiter's voice harmonized with the sound of the toilet flushing. Which so made sense. "Christ, don't you ever knock?" "It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?" "Yes, and let's put it over your mouth." -Lassiter & Tohr

It's because you're looking in the wrong place," Lassiter said. "You can go now." "Every time you say that, it brings a tear to my eye." "Funny, mine too." -Lassiter & Tohr