Quotes About Bentley

I'm always buying nice watches for my husband - Bentley Breitlings.

Are you calling about the ad? Ad? For the gently used Bentley for sale. It has zero miles! Well, that explained the backward driving. Macrieve & Nix

Well, if it isn't Nucking Futs Nïx," he muttered to himself as she parked the wheezing car. Never had Cade seen such an abused Bentley. There were dings in the body, mud all over the tires, smoke tendrils rising from the hood, and at least two bullet holes. A Garfield doll was stuck to the rear window.

Does this mean we're now sharing the Bentley?" Skulduggery stiffened. "Dear me, no. Not in the slightest." She clutched the key to her chest. "You mean I now own the Bentley? You're giving her to me?" "OK, I'm changing my mind about this whole thing," he said, and reached for the key. "No take backsies," said Valkyrie, and shut the door.

Raising property taxes in Alabama is never going to happen. The people are never going to vote for that. I don't like property taxes, either.

I used to cover track events for my radio show, and one day, as a thank you gesture, Bentley called me asked me whether I would like to test drive the Flying Spur. I was in dreamland.

Nora, biting her lip, pointed at the small end table on my right, where there was a black-and-white photograph in an antique silver frame. It was Olivia standing with her husband, Knightly, probably some twenty years ago. They had their arms around each other, posing beside an antique Bentley in front of a colossal country manor. They looked happy, but, of course, that didn't say much. Everyone smiles for a photograph.

I figure little Miss Torific has lost her mind—until I see the motorcycles. "Oh no you don't! Not those! No way!" "You had no problem stealing a quarter-million-dollar Bentley," Frieden challenges.

Lord Bentley seemed to have given up conversation in favor of smoldering looks. After having been professionally smoldered by Mallery, she found Lord Bentley's attempt to be just sad.

Her last call, at midnight, had been the worst. "I'll pull your cock out of your asshole," she'd said, and for some reason her voice at that moment had reminded him of his mother's.

Newman King was a fictional figurehead, a made-up character.

didn't come up with it. It's a Swedish system." "But they can't…" "Can't what?" "I mean, in Sweden. They don't kill people to make boards." "Of course they do. Why do you think those Scandinavian countries are so clean?

I am still shocking people today, and I don't know why. Is it because I'm a woman talking about sex and men? One magazine said that no one writes sex in the back of a Bentley better than Jackie Collins.

some small stuff like Gordon's cat.

I have no intentions of resigning.

I realized we'd pulled into a parking garage. We drove around two levels, pulled into a spot, then immediately pulled out again. Along with four other black Bentley SUVs. "What's going on?" I asked, as we headed back toward the exit with two Bentleys in front of us and two behind us. "Shell game," he said…

And he could not help being a little bit cheered up and consoled as he got into the Bentley and set off alone for Oxford.

So I took a quick circuit around the circular driveway. There were a couple of cars parked ostentatiously along the edge of the pavement: a Ferrari, a Bentley, and a Corniche. I didn't think our killer would be driving anything that cost more than a new house on the water, but I looked inside anyway. They were empty. The valet parking attendant watched me skeptically as I came back from looking into the Corniche. "You like it?" he asked me.

I write horror because I enjoy it. I'm endlessly fascinated by the supernatural, by death, by darkness. And, to be honest, I don't have much choice. This is the way my mind works.

I told Hugh Hefner, "I have this crazy boyfriend." And Hef was like, "You're not going anywhere with a crazy boyfriend," and so he put me in a mansion in Bel-Air with an opera singing Chinese maid, and I was driving a Bentley, and a friend of mine came by and was like, "What is going on? Why are you living in this mansion?" And I was like, "Isn't this what happens when people move to LA?"