Quotes About Communication

I don't know if it's a good idea to give a woman a box of bullets when she's got a pimple.

Morelli grabbed the front of my shirt, pulled me to him, and kissed me. It was a great kiss, but I didn't know what the heck it meant. It seemed to me a breaking up kiss would have had less tongue.

I wanted to tell you I....uh, like you. Shit. I chickened out! What was it with me that I couldn't say the big L word? I am such a dope. Morelli sighed into the phone. You are such a dope.

I thought you wanted to date other women? I didn't want to date other women. We decided in the heat of the moment that were no longer exclusively attached. And I could date other men. Morelli was starting to look annoyed. Have you been dating other men? Maybe. As long as it isn't Ranger, Morelli said. I don't think Ranger dates.

My Spanish is limited to burrito and taco

I guessed my mother figured if my father got right down to the task of eating he wouldn't be so inclined to jump up and strangle my grandmother.

Maybe your pregnant. Oops, hold on, you're not pregnant, on account of you're not gettin any.

I wasn't sure anymore what made a good marriage. There had to be love, of course, but there were so many different kinds of love. And clearly, some love was more enduring than others.

Stephanie, I'm begging you. Eat some doughnuts. I can't keep going like this. - Morelli

The note wasn't signed, but I could tell it was from Morelli by the way my nipples got hard.

You hung up on me," he said. "Don't ever hang up on me." His voice was quiet, but as always the authority was unmistakable. He was wearing black dress slacks, a long-sleeved lightweight black sweater pushed up on his forearms, and expensive black loafers. His hair was cut very short. I was used to seeing him in SWAT dress with long hair, and I hadn't immediately recognized him. I guess that was the point.

I liked you better when you had vordo." "You're not suggesting we do it in this tiny closet with two men watching television in the next room, are you?" "It'd be limiting," Ranger said, "but at least you wouldn't have your ass on the horn.

Sounds to me like you're talkin' about the wrong things. Why don't you talk about other things? Like you could make a list of things you won't fight over and then you only talk about those things.

Morelli turned to Ranger. "If anything happens to her, I'm holding you responsible." "Understood," Ranger said. "Excuse me?" I said. "I'm an adult. I make my own decisions. And I'm responsible for my well-being. Is that clear?" "No," both men said in unison.

It's not a nice thing to send a penis to a woman. It's disrespectful.

How did you know I was out with Bob? What are you, psychic?" "Nothing that exotic. I called, and your grandma told me you were walking the dog." "Gee, that's disappointing. Next thing you'll be telling me you aren't Superman." Ranger smiled. "You want me to be Superman? Spend the night with me.

Problem was, I just didn't know if I was ready for marriage. Marriage is scary stuff. You have to share a bathroom. What's with that? And what about fantasies?

You have to step on people's feet and kick them in the back of the leg," Grandma said, "then they move away from you.

I've noticed you only speak ghetto half of the time. - Stephanie I'm multi-lingual, Rancher said. I followed him to the door, feeling jealous, wishing I knew a second language.

I've noticed you only talk ghetto half of the time." "I'm multi-lingual," Ranger said.

Hey! Lula yelled, back in Ranger's face. You look at me when I'm having a breakdown. And don't pull that mysterio silent shit on me. I don't take that bus, you see what I'm saying?

Lately, I've been spending a lot of time rolling on the ground with men who think a stiffy represents personal growth.

Dancing hotdogs don't say shit.

It means that he looks like my boyfriend, but I don't say it out loud.