Quotes About Ranger

Sometimes I moonlight for a guy named Ranger who's extremely bad in an incredibly good way.

Ranger was probably riding the wind, looking for the guy. And any well-adjusted person would walk away and let Ranger do his thing. Unfortunately, I wasn't that well adjusted.

I thought you didn't drink coffee, I said to Ranger. What about your body being a temple? He sipped at the coffee. It's my disguise. It goes with the haircut. Will you let your hair grow back? Probably. And then you'll stop drinking coffee? You ask a lot of questions, Ranger said. Just trying to figure this out.

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.

I was in no rush to get back to the funeral parlor, so I called Ranger again. "Hi," I said to his answering service. "It's me. Things are looking up. Your wife is tailing me, but she hasn't shot at me yet today, so that's a good thing, right? And you need to answer your damn phone calls.

into my comfy T-shirt advertising beer, crawled into bed, and switched the light off. I woke up at sunrise with Ranger next to me. Naked. No surprise there. Ranger always slept naked.

Ranger is a bounty hunter, like me. Only Ranger is good. He's close to my age, give or take a few years; he's Cuban-American; and I'm pretty sure he only kills bad guys.

About this psychopath," Morelli said. "I went to New York with Ranger following a lead on the polonium thing. I had a run-in with this crazy guy named Vlatko who planned the poisoning, and he sort of slashed me." "Where was Ranger when all this was happening?" "He was snooping around in the Russian consulate.

RANGER HAD BEEN Special Forces, and he still had the build and the carriage. He was standing close, forcing me to tip my head back ever so slightly to look into his eyes.

Ten minutes passed before his (Ranger's) Mercedes appeared at the end of the street, gliding through the rain, sleek and sinister, water not daring to adhere to the paint finish.

in a parade, and I'd already seen Ranger naked but he was worth

passenger seat, and Ranger leaned over and kissed me just below my ear. It was a hello kiss. Nothing serious. If I wanted it to get serious all I had to do was smile.

I woke up completely entangled with Ranger.

my leg over the bike. Ranger was watching me, smiling. "I like the way you straddle that," he said. "Someday . . .

Ranger was slouched on the couch, watching a ball game. Bob was beside him, his big shaggy orange Bob head resting on Ranger's leg.

Ranger is a man of few words. He's Cuban-American, former Special Forces, he makes a much better friend than an enemy, and he's Vinnie's numero uno bounty hunter.

I'm on my way," Ranger said. "I'm about ten minutes from Quaker Bridge. I'll call when I have her.

And let's be honest, I was excited about going to New York with Ranger. Plus I know this is shallow, but I was in his megabucks Porsche, feeling like I was in a James Bond movie.

Didn't want to look out of place." I didn't want to burst his fantasy bubble, but the only time Ranger wouldn't look out of place would be standing in a lineup between Rambo and Batman.

Marc to Gabe: What do you know about the lemon stuff? You weren't in desert combat. You were a park ranger. I'm not dissing that. It's an important job. Someone has to keep the chipmunks in line. I've watched Chip and Dale. I know how sneaky those little bastards can be.

You should see me work my magic in leather" Ranger

If I wanted your opinion, I'd beat it outta ya. - Walker Texas Ranger

Once a Ranger, always a Ranger, he thought in disgust. Life's basics were pretty much centered around war, beer, and sex—the order subject to change with the terrain. The terrain standing in front of him in nothing but thin silk and telling eyes shuffled sex to the top of the list. Which proved another Ranger axiom: The little head did most of the thinking.

Emm vacillated between shock and laughter. "Must be a Texas Ranger motto; instead of 'one riot, one ranger,' 'see a woman you like, arrest her