Quotes About Grin

irresistible Geiger grin broke out.

He won a free teeth-bleaching, upper and lower arches, in a dentist's lottery. It explained his too-easy grin and his drinking coffee through a straw during what would later be classified as our first date.

He grinned, but a bead of sweat ran down his temple. "Then with your permission.

What?" He cut a grin at Kat when he saw the impressed look on her face. "Corporate espionage is my second greatest passion.' "With your first being..." Kat prompted. "Gelato," Hale said, and turned back to the group.

You say kidnap. We say hold in a secure facility until it's safe to turn you over to the proper authorities," Bex replied with a grin. "But to each his own.

What?" He cut a grin at Kat when he saw the impressed look on her face. "Corporate espionage is my second greatest passion.'' "With your first being..." Kat prompted. "Gelato," Hale said, and turned back to the group.

I seem to be at a disadvantage," she told him. "Don't feel bad." He grinned. "Most people are.

Saw you with my brother." His gaze moves over me. "Guess that explains your attraction to me-he looks just like me." His cocky grin fading when I roll my eyes in reponse. "Well,you sure spend a lot of time thinking about me-searching for me-don't you,Santos?" he says,determined to make me admit the ridiculous. "Don't flatter yourself,Coyote. It's an occupational hazard.Purely job related.

What's that?" he asked, when I stood beside him again. "Halos," I said with a grin. "For heavenly creatures like us." "That might be a stretch.

That easy, confident grin returned. "Don't worry, it's easily forgotten." "Well," I said huffily, "it shouldn't be that easily forgotten." "Would you like it better if I say I'll eventually forget it but not without a great deal of struggle and torment?" "Yes." "Done.

Hello," I said stiffly. His smile split into a full grin."So nice to see you again." "Always a pleasure." My lie sounded robotic, but hopefully it was better than sounding afraid. "No,no," he said. "The pleasure's all mine." "If you say so,"I said.

A grin lit [Christian's] face. "We're going hunting?

I'll remedy the deficiency. I'll be Satan, I'll be Death. Look into my bony skull sockets and see if you can read the secrets of the eyes that are not there. Read my riddle—why does a death's head always grin?

He turned and went out the back of the kitchen, the midget swaggering behind him. Eddie Tang went with them, walking backward and keeping his eyes on Joe Pike. He stopped in the door, gave Pike a nasty grin, then peeled up his sleeves to show the tattoos. He worked his arms to make the tattoos dance, then snarled and flexed the huge traps so they grew out of his back like spiny wings. Then he left.

By nine o'clock the next morning I had gained some measure of control over the sappy grin and was once more feeling focused, productive, and ready to swing into investigative action. Sappy grins are fine in your personal life but somehow seem less than professional when one is representing the Big Green Defense Machine. Credibility, as they say, is everything.

Gregori snorted. "If he's a real Scotsman, he's going commando." "Really?" With a grin, Wilson walked over to his workstation. "So tell me, are you a real Scotsman?" He grabbed a blow dryer. " 'Cause I feel a breeze coming on." Dougal groaned. It was going to be a long night.

He clenched Nix's shoulders. 'Why did you hesitate? I saw you hesitate!' He shook her until her head lolled, while she grinned and said, 'Wheeee!

I take a step toward him and grin cheerfully. "With all due respect, I don't see the Republic tacking up wanted posters with your pretty face on them.

I swore I wasn't going to rescue any more damsels in distress," Day muttered. To his surprise, Barbara gave him a lopsided grin, banging on the side of the trailer to make it produce a door. "What makes you think she isn't rescuing you?" she asked, and stomped inside without a backward look.

A draft she hadn't noticed before swirled around her. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Pulling her legs beneath her, she rocked slowly to her feet. Then turned. Hunter stood inside the closed door, the fabric of his cassimere suit outlining his broad shoulders, trim waist, and muscular legs. He leaned with one shoulder against the wall and one ankle crossed in front of the other, showcasing his armadillo boots. He gave her a wicked grin. "Goin' somewhere?

Jethro, you have been a most helpful captive." "Are you... are you going to let me live?" Sanguine's grin grew wider. "Not even remotely.

I told you the truth at the bridge. I don't have a good excuse. Blame it on a bad mood." Tate dips his chin, and his grin shoots my heart to the ceiling. "If I tell you I'm sorry a hundred more times, will you forgive me? 'Cause I'll do it, if that's what it takes.

Mark shrugged. "You know we're going to eat half of them anyway." He gave a wicked grin and invited Cassidy into this fantasy world, where good boys really did get cookies and people sang Christmas carols while stringing tinsel.

Suddenly he grinned, but his grin was as dark as a scowl; his eyes sparkled merrily, laughing at the foot of the gallows.