Quotes About Conversation

Listen, you mind if I take a T.O. and check in for a sec," he interjected. V's diamond eyes narrowed. "With who?" Right on cue, John jumped in, asking about the Hummer and its rehab plan—like somebody waving a torch in front of a T. rex to redirect it. As V started talking about the SUV's future as lawn sculpture, Qhuinn nearly blew a kiss at his buddy.

That settled it. We were definitely at the stoned part of the conversation.

What brings you onto my property? Rhev said, cradling his mug with both hands trying to absorb its warmth. Got a problem I can't fix your personality, sorry

I'll wait. By the way, sex-me-up shoes? I was following a theme. Well. Reo turned her ankles, looked down. They are pretty fabulous. They are, Mira agreed. I was going to say the same about yours. What a terrific color. Could we not talk about shoes in the box that still smells of evildoer? You started it, Reo reminded her before she turned back to Mira.

It amazed her how much people wanted to talk at parties. And about nothing in particular.

Water lapped as she sat forward. "Don't play games with me, Roarke." "Eve, it's my fondest wish to do just that.

Well, as we were saying when last we met— I don't have to say dick to you without my lawyer. Did I ask you to say dick? Peabody, replay the record and verify that I at no time requested that the subject say dick.

He was hitting on you, however." "Reflex, not targeted." "Agreed, which is why he lives.

And oddly, she realized, it wasn't small talk when it was with a friend. It was just . . . talk.

I speak sarcasm fluently.

Darling? Spare a minute?" She came back, her 'link pressed, screen down, to her chest. And hissed, "Don't call me darling when I'm talking to cops." "Sorry, Lieutenant Darling." She rolled her eyes. "What?

When I ducked out, she was talking to Ana Whitney and some Roarke exec about knitting. The three of them were into it like it was their religion.

What's your status?" she asked him. "Healthy, wealthy, and wise. What's yours?" "Ha. Mean, crafty, and rude.

Girls chattering is like birds." He fluttered his fingers at his ears. "You hear only the notes.

Podríamos dejar que este intercambio de cortesías de rigor fallezca de muerte natural?

Bueno, está claro que no es fácil tener una conversación humana contigo, joven David. Creo que voy a buscar a otra persona con la que hablar.

Most people can be relied on to humour the upper class in social situations but it is not always easy, especially when they start discussing their value system.

Thank fuck you're not a Yankees fan. Don't use the Y-word. We're in mixed company.

Yanking his inner manwhore back to the land of polite conversating, he forced his hands to stop

Hey V said into the darkness. Hey V went forward, rounding the foot of the bed, using the wall to navigate. Lowering his ass onto the mattress, he sat beside his best friend.

What's doing?

Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. Must we do this? What happened -- I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again. Blay frowned. He and I have nothing to say to each other -- with all due respect, the ligature marks on my neck would suggest otherwise.

How'm I doin'? Jim asked in his own voice—hey, he could talk out of the bastard's mouth, too. Across the way, Adrian shrugged. Pretty damn good—I can't sense you. But I gotta ask—the pair of you want a cigarette? Or are you going for a twofer?

Assail: We keep this up and I'll talk to you more than I speak with my own mahmen. Vishous: Isn't she dead? Assail: Yes. Vishous: Some bastards have all the luck.