Quotes About Eve

Eve: Anyway, thanks for riding to the rescue. You need a white hat. Good guys wear white, right? Roarke: I look better in black.

Goddamn Summerset. I've told him to leave my car when I park it. I think he did. Peabody flipped on her sunshades, pointed. It's blocking the drive, see? Oh, yeah. Eve cleared her throat. The car was just as she'd left it, and fluttering in the mild breeze were a few torn articles of clothing. Don't ask, she muttered and started to hoof it down the drive. I wasn't going to. Peabody's voice was smooth as silk, Speculation's more interesting.

The security officer smiled and said, 'Good afternoon, ma'am,' to me before I gave him ID." "It's a sick world, Eve." He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. "A sick, sad world.

EVE: I have work to do. ROARKE: I know but it can wait. I have something to show you. EVE: In the bedroom? She looks Roarke up and down. I've seen it. It's nice I might take time to play with it later. ROARKE: You're to good to me.

Eve)Hold on. You have to give them a gift for moving? Uh-huh. Plus they're shacking, so it should be a couple thing. She (Mavis) ate another canape, fed on to Leonardo. Why does there have to be a gift for every damn thing? Eve complained. Retail conspiracy. Roarke patter her knee. I bet it is, Eve said darkly. I just bet it is.

What did she say? Eve asked when they got into the car. Here's love, she said, to hold until next we meet and I give you more.

Tag Feeney, Eve ordered when she was behind the wheel. Have him run like crimes in and around London. It would be my honor, Mrs. Lieutenant Dallas Roarke. At Eve's burning look, Peabody only grinned. Sorry. I just had to do it once. I'm over it.

Eve: Where's Mister Scary? Roarke: Summerset has the night off. Eve: You mean the house is Summerset-free? Damn shame we have to waste it with work.

The next thing she knew, he was shaking her gently by the shoulder. "Eve." "What!" Her eyes popped open. "I wasn't sleeping. I was thinking." "Yes, I could hear you thinking." "If that's some smart-ass way of saying I was snoring, bite me.

Eve – Where's my ice-cream? Roarke – You didn't behave so there'll be none for you. Eve – That's just mean.

Well, stop it or . . . Crap, is that Drunk Santa currently mooning passing traffic?" "Wow, that's some ugly ass he's got there. It is Drunk Santa. Oh, please, do we have to stop? Think of the smell. Fear it." "We can't leave that ugly ass hanging out on Ninth Avenue." Resigned, Eve started to pull over, then spotted two hustling beat cops. Pitying them, she kept going. "It's a Christmas miracle," Peabody said, reverently.

She was debating calling the lab and pushing for her tattoo when Peabody poked her head in. "We got—Hey, doughnuts." "You'll get yours. What have we got?" "Marc Tuluz. Want him in here or the lounge?" "Here's a puzzler," Eve began. "If we're in the lounge interviewing him, how many doughnuts will be in this box upon our return?" "I'll bring him in here.

Jesus, Peabody." Amazed, Eve slid out into traffic. "You checked out her ass?" "I check out everyone's ass. It's a hobby." "Get a new one. Like . . . bird-watching or something." "Bird-watching? In New York?

The damn hawker nearly caught the bumper." More amazed than angry now, Eve shook her head. "A guy in air boots nearly outran a cop ride. What's the world coming to, Peabody?" Eyes stubbornly shut, Peabody didn't move a muscle. "I'm sorry, sir, you're interrupting my praying.

Idols always fall, Eve.

Well, hell, Eve. If you need to run off to you dressmaker, or take your cat to therapy, Peabody and I can handle this minor matter of murder. Eve lips stretched in a vicious smile. Bite me, Casto.

No way that was a act. She really is that gullible. She really is dumb as a sack of moondust. Yet very sweet. Eve rolled her eyes toward him. I think you have to have a penis to get that impression.

Great sweater, by the way. Cashmere?" Baffled, Eve looked down at her navy turtleneck. "I don't know. It's blue.

Roarke bulled his way through Central as he'd bulled his way through downtown traffic, carving away the distance to Eve with single-minded focus. He didn't think his heart had beat since Eve's face blinked off his 'link screen.

Eve found a street slot—small miracle—and decided it was worth a two and a half block hike in the snow. She imagined some cheery optimist would call the wind bracing. She hated cheery optimists. She

Murder, at least, Eve understood.

You staked him. You actually staked him. It was handy. Let's get those medics in here. I don't want this guy skipping out on multiple murder charges by dying on me. I want to know the minute he's able to talk. I think we're going to get an interesting confession. It's supposed to be the heart. she heard Peabody mutter. It's really supposed to be the heart. Eve blew out a long breath. Keep it up, Peabody, and I may have Mira shrink your head after she's done with the second-rate Dracula

Eve felt the shuttle dive, simply closed her eyes. Nothing made sense about being thousands of feet over an ocean. It was insanity. The human race was just bat-shit crazy.

You're not really mean. Eve hooked her thumbs in her front pockets. Am, too. Mean as spit, and don't you forget it.