Quotes About Zack

I mean, like, I can go in a room and say, look, 'Watchmen' should be at least 15 minutes longer than 'Batman.' I mean, that's, like, any geek will tell you that.

I looked up at the fireworks that filled the sky. It was exactly the kind of moment when Zack liked to show up say something cryptic, and kiss me.

Do I have to ask what you're smiling about?" From the driver;s seat if the Mustang, Zack cut a glance at her, grinning like a fool. "Same thing you are, Mighty Phallus." --Zack to Cori after a morning of good lovin'.

Tommy to Zack- "Aw, come on. Just a little slow torture, then? Can't I make him scream like a girl, just once?" "I can make the worm disappear for you," Joaquin offered with a dangerous smile. "Permanently." Zack rolled his eyes. "Ignore Al Capone. Murdering the competition is never a good plan.

Good dog! Nice fetch!" "He wasn't fetching." "Bring her here, boy. Good job!" The dog looked from Zack to me. "I've been training him," Zack said. "Up till now he's brought home only dead rabbits, but I guess he's finally getting the hang of it.

I could never see myself getting in a ring and wrestling Zack Ryder.

The rest of the ride was a warm, fuzzy haze, her only memory arriving at the hospital and Zack's head appearing above hers when they unloaded her stretcher from the ambulance. He'd been grim and worried and lines of strain were evident in his face. She'd given him a goofy smile and said, Don't be sad, Zack. I'm a Valkyrie.

Rhage's stare narrowed, but he refused to look at the angel. "Isn't there a Saved by the Bell marathon you have to go watch?" "Don't hate on Zack. He's like your little fucking brother, beauty queen." Lassiter wandered over, the gold he had on creating an aura around his blond-and-black head and his long body—or maybe the glow actually was an aura.

Anthony watched him, dumbfounded, and then turned to Lucy. "What have you done with Zack's brain?" Lucy stood to follow Zack. "What brain? I don't think he has one. I think he's just one giant exposed nerve ending. I swear sometimes at night, I can hear his neurons snapping like popcorn.

Zack?" Anthony's voice was suddenly serious. "You know, it's not a great idea to seduce a woman you're protecting. All kidding aside, do you want me to send Matthews over?" "Who?" "Junior." "I will shoot him on sight," Zack said and hung up so he could follow Lucy into the kitchen.

Try to imagine the calamity of that: Zack, age twenty-eight, with no management experience, gets training from Dave, a weekend rock guitarist, on how to apply a set of fundamentally unsound psychological principles as a way to manipulate the people who report to him.