Quotes About Molly

Molly and Armitage ate in silence, while Case sawed shakily at his steak, reducing it to uneaten bite-sized fragments, which he pushed around in the rich sauce, finally abandoning the whole thing. 'Jesus,' Molly said, her own plate empty, 'gimme that. You know what this costs?' She took his plate. 'They gotta raise a whole animal for years and then they kill it. This isn't vat stuff.' She forked a mouthful up and chewed. 'Not

What's that smell?" he asked Molly, wrinkling his nose. "The grass. Smells that way after they cut it.

Molly gave him a questioning smile, revealing two slightly crooked front teeth.

You might have mentioned this to me Molly," said Leonard. "The fact that there are hostile natives on the island." "I forgot," said Molly. "You forgot?" said Leonard. "There's been a lot happening," said Molly.

The porpoises said hello to Molly. She told them all her teeth were green.

MOLLY: You don't like New Years Eve? Are you insane? It's literally the best holiday ever. You just party all night and it doesn't matter what stupid stuff you do because the year's over and you get a brand new start in the morning.

They were very Wicked boots, but were they Wicked enough? "Could you do something . . . I don't know, unpleasant?" Molly shifted her backpack from one shoulder to the other. "If you don't let me in and show me to the bathroom, I'll do something very unpleasant right here on the doorstep.

Molly was arrested. Possession." I blinked at him. "She was possessed?

It turns out that Molly wasn't her mother's daughter in that respect. Charity was like the MacGuyver of the kitchen. She could whip up a five-course meal for twelve from an egg, two spaghetti noodles, some household chemicals, and a stick of chewing gum. Molly ... Molly once burned my egg. My boiled egg. I don't know how.

About thirty feet from the door, Molly abruptly stopped in her tracks and said, Harry. I paused and looked back at her. Her eyes were wide. She said, I sense... I narrowed my eyes. Say it. You know you want to say it. It is not a disturbance in the Force, she said, her voice half-exasperated.

Molly was committing dinner by that time, aided and abetted by Sanya, who seemed to take some kind of grim Russian delight in watching train wrecks in progress.

After a few minutes, Molly came partway up the short ladder to the bridge and stopped. Do I need to ask permission to come up there or something? Why would you? I asked. She considered. It's what they do on Star Trek ?

The cabin door swung open and Molly belly-crawled onto the deck until she could see me. Who started shooting at us? Bad guys! I cringed as another round hit the side of the boat and peppered me with wooden splinters. Obviously!

There were quick footsteps beside me, and then Molly pressed her back to mine. You take that side! she said. I'll take this one! DJ Molly C lifted both of her wands and turned the battle chaos to eleven.

Thomas took a slow breath. His silver eyes grew even brighter. It was creepy as hell and fascinating. I was hoping you knew a good spot. I sure as hell can't take him to my place. Molly's voice sharpened. I don't even have a place, she said. I still live at my parents' house. Less whining, Thomas said, his voice cool. More telling me a place to take him where he won't be killed.

Molly once burned my egg. My boiled egg. I don't know how.

You did not look like that on the basketball court in high school." "Like what?" He shook his head. "I swim." "To where?" The male ego kicked in, if a bit belatedly, and Quinn's laughter sounded very pleased. "I swim sometimes when I can't sleep." "Mmm. Molly says you have insomnia." "I do." "I can see that.

Well, that's the question, isn't it. I told her if anything ever happens to Molly again I'm going to write a book about how I was forced to run away because my mother was a dog abuser and I'm going to self-publish it and go on a national book tour. That gave her something to think about.

I see a light in the kitchen. Let us not deprive Molly any longer of the chance to deplore how thin you are.

I heard Molly say, 'Our Mouse is a hundred miles away.' But I wasn't as far away as that; I was in a dimly lit street somewhere in Hampstead.

Let me say about Molly. If bullshit was music, she'd be a brass band.

settled for a blooming redhead from Waco, Takes-us, name of Molly Bea Archer, carefully cut her out of the pack and trundled her, tipsy and willing, back to the Busted Flush.

In eighteenth-century Great Britain, "molly" was used so frequently to describe men, often gender deviant, who desired other men that the private homes or tavern rooms in which they congregated were called Molly Houses.

The invitation on her face was as old as Eve. As potent as original sin.