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On the Jellicoe road
That Reyes Farrow boy.
Frankie's a puke." She
Subject: Not a chance
Missy,
I accept your challenge, and may I remind you, that if you want me to leave you alone, there is that little bet we have going. Win it, and I'm gone.
Impatiently (and nakedly) yours,
Mr. Hunter Aaron Zaccadelli, esquire.
P.S. Bring it on.
Baxter and Sam Hall. 'I'll have a large Scotch, I'm
Graffiti scratched on a desk of the Barker Street Grammar School in Chamberlain: Carrie White eats shit.
These are Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I am Tyler's mouth. I am Tyler's hands.
Make-Out McGuire
What is the name of the woman on the telephone?"
"Alis K."
"Is that her real name?"
"No."
Conversation between 'BB' and his wife Grete
The Informer
Auntie Mame, who was the british lady?
'Oh, she's from Pittsburgh'
'But she had the acc-'
'Well, when your from Pittsburgh you gotta do something
Where am I? (Nick) Hospital. (Kyrian) Really? No kidding? And here I thought I was at McDonald's. (Nick)
Troy Brennan was the kind of guy to show up in the local news for all the wrong reasons. He was trouble - hot trouble, flash-fire-on-the-stove hot trouble - and
Alex," I choked out. "Everyone calls
the cop-friendly Sherma Barthlett as the on-call
I called the Ops Room, hoping to get Luc, and possibly Ethan, on the phone. "Jimmy's House of Vampires," Luc answered, in a really poor Bronx accent.
surprise Howie, as
the basement. Katz
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
I'm at the round table, where your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?'
'London. A phone booth on Fleet Street.'
'The city still has working phone booths?'
'It would appear so. Unless this is the Tardis, in which case I'm in serious trouble.
CHAT ROOM G. S. Hitchcock
An interview with Quinn is like fighting a yellow snake in a sandpit.' Desmond
Who will bell the cat?
Executive assistant. "Mrs. Albrecht, how are you today?" "Very well. I just got here and thought maybe I had missed you." "Nope. I just got here too." "Come in, please." The house had a two-story entry area
Seattle, I get a call from Ben.
After three rings the call's picked up on the other end. "Laura Stodgill here, U.S. Department of Anomalous Devices of Unknown Origin. McSpadden, what do you have for me in your vortex of weirdness?
Wait," Toby said, talking over her as she looked around at all of us. "So this means all you guys are off, like, rounding the bases and I'm still in the dugout. I'm the person selling Cracker Jack in the stands."
"This metaphor is getting weird," Palmer murmured to me.
Let me tell you, Alex. He's a crook. He's based here in Miami. He's a nasty piece of work."
"He's mexican" Troy added.
Kate Daniels, trained negotiator. When in possession of some valuable information, give it away to the first sexy man you see with no guarantee of return.
Ethan Sullivan, registered smart-ass
MRS. REYES FARROW.
They view New York as Satan's waiting room." "If this is the waiting room, where does the guy reside or work?" "New Jersey, I assume," Kyle said with a smile. "I mean, dude, have you been to Jersey?
On that high note, Mike ended the call and grabbed
Watson, you idiot. Some so-and-so has stolen our tent.
In the glory days of Orioles, when I was a newbie baseball writer for the Post, the roster of talkers was as good as the everyday lineup. Singy - Ken Singleton - Flanny, and Cakes - the underwear spokesman Jim Palmer - were my go-to guys, occupying stalls along one wall of the shabby chic clubhouse.
I need a stunt mouth.
Audience member: Living Room!
Sara: Kitchen
You're going to get violated in that ring. I am going to close the curtain on the joke that is the Audley Harrison show.
Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S. H. It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim, fog-draped streets.
Troy Brennan was the devil, but sometimes, even good girls wanted a healthy dose of evil in their lives. He'd
The phone rang. I picked it up. "Kate Daniels"
"It's me," Curran said. "I - "
I hung up.
Hello?" Cam said in a playful tone, "House of all things kinky, the resident sexpert speaking.
W. Kamau Bell is in the vanguard of a new era of American comedy for an unsettling, troubling, and strangely hopeful time. Firmly in the fearless tradition of Mort Sahl, Lenny Bruce, Richard Pryor, & Chris Rock. Comedy as common sense purged of the absurd hypocrisy that is Our America.
Morgan and Catcher said their manly hellos - consisting of a symbolic head bob from Catcher (of the "You're in my lair now" variety) and a responding nod from Morgan (of the "You are clearly the king of this castle" variety).
Said, leaving Langdon and moving several yards to a portable table covered with investigation
This is Shaun Mason activating security protocol Campbell. The bridge is out, the trees are coming, and I'm pretty sure my hand is evil. Now gimme some sugar, baby.
Hank Promise's niece. But he'd talk to Mandy
With whom," Logan corrects from his booth making me want to give him a big grammar Nazi high five.
Hallward. Had he gone to his aunt's, he would have
I'm with the boss I'm Ms Ross
If she could get into the one here at The Texas Player's Club, she'd drag Trace Corbin out by his ass, stick her arm up it, and do his entire set ventriloquist style if she had do.
It was always the A booth. It was always the front seat of the roller coaster. It was never Let's not get the bottle of Cristal.
You have access to the Tent Of Meeting.
It's throat punch Thursday, and I'm offering free tickets.
Aubrey - "Apparently she wears a black leather catsuit and a golden mask."
Irene - "Any details on the mask?"
Aubrey - "I think people are usually too busy looking at the black leather catsuit.
Jake. From Philadelphia." Then he shook everybody's hand, like he was joining a poker game. Another Jacob. Michael turned to his brother whose eyes
We are in the same tent as the clowns and the freaks-that's show business.
Holy Hannah, that man is dangerous!
Mike Stanton is our preeminent aficionado and raconteur of Rhode Island's flamboyantly criminal political follies, and The Prince of Providence is the chronicle of a great American rogue, Mayor Buddy Cianci - a paragon of charisma and corruption.
Mercer!" Charlie
Sitting at the single table in a disreputable pile of lumber mistakenly called a building.
Markham," I tell him. "Ky Markham." Because that's the name she knows me by. That's my real name now.
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
Holmberg's Mistake.
Who put me there? WHO PUT ME THERE!
This is not the Spanish announce table!
Nigel Harrison Nigel Harrison'ed me?
Mia Thermopolis, 1005 Thompson Street, #4A
I have a cotillion event. Some yacht-club charity fundraiser thingy. Whitney is insisting, and Kit took her side." Three wide smiles. "Oh shut up.
Your sister Betsey Trotwood...
Dominic Chocolate!!!
Some clown shouting, "I want my lawyer, I want my lawyer, you guys run this place just like a frigging prison." Burkes: "Shut up in there, or I'll rank you." The clown: "I ranked your wife, Burkie." Gonyar:
Purvis. This is my associate, Samantha Kofer. We've been hired to get our client out of jail. Snowden took a step back as Mattie pressed ahead. Samantha, treading water, wasn't sure what to do, so
Mike Caldwell, the Padres' right-handed southpaw, will pitch tonight.
That guy in a twenty-five cent bleacher seat is as much entitled to know a call as the guy in the boxes. He can see my arm signal even if he can't hear my voice.
Having been challenged by Colonel Pickering, Higgins: You know, it's almost irresistible. She's so deliciously low. So horribly dirty.
I did my best Shirley Booth this morning, floppy slippers, housecoat, curlers, can of Little Friskies; "Come back, Little Sheba, come back ... " To no avail. Le chat, elle ne reviendra jamais, jamais ...
Headquarters in the Saddle.
Hamilton was bug-eyed. "Who are those people?"
Jonah held his head. "Man, I should have known it was a mistake to say I'd be leaving town soon! Why do fans have to be so literal?"
"Are they going to let us go get the faxes?" Hamilton asked.
Jonah stared at him. "You're kidding, right?
Marshington is here.
Frederick Mitchell-Hedges,
Cooper sat in the back booth, reading a book he clearly hated with a passion. Occasionally, he smacked the book onto the table then glared at it hatefully. Finally, he returned to reading.
Meredith Chambers, hottest romance agent in New York, filthiest mouth east of the Mississippi. Or west, come to think of it. Some women walking by give her a shocked, slightly annoyed expression. She responds with aplomb. "Legs together, ladies. I'm not afraid of a little muff diving.
Who is sitting in that empty chair?
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Hey, it's Hannah. Hannah Baker.
When being distracted by a sideshow, one should wonder what is happening in the big tent.
prostitute he just murdered. It's called The Camden Town Murder
Who snitched?"
"We have people monitoring police radio frequencies. They gave Jim a heads-up in case our security had to storm PAD offices and bust you out of there. I found out when I saw Jim walking down the hallway snickering to himself.
Sergeant Stephan Schneider
We sat around the kitchen table picking off of foil-covered plates. Conrad kept sneaking looks at me, and every time I looked back, he looked away. I'm right here, I wanted to tell him. I'm still here.
What's up?" [asked Ford.]
"I don't know," said Marvin, "I've never been there.
Mr. McIntyre, friend or enemy?
Boo was asking him who the hell he thought he was and also could he spare a few kitty treats for a poor, abused house cat?
I'm Bertie Byrd. I rent your house since you don't live here anymore." "Did you say Dirty Bird?" He laughed out loud. "Oh, that's a good one, Mr. Fortney. I never heard that one before. A real knee-slapper. Where's the key?
feet - "Charlotte." Someone inside was using her
I'm going to Tycho Station. There's someone there I ... trust." "Trust?" "Don't actively distrust." "Naomi think it's the right thing?" "I don't know. I didn't ask her. But I think so." "Close enough," Miller said.
Hey, Ms. P," Tad called, "what's going on?"
She let out a slow breath before she answered. "You won't believe this ... Brian Murrey tried to eat Scott Morgan."
Nick's eyes widened at the unexpected explanation. Had he heard that right?
We take the elevator to the third floor, to the office of Dr. Harrison Chance. His name alone has put me off. Why not Dr. Victor?
Friday's "Working Lunch" is at The Avenue on St James's Street. It's a bit like eating in an art installation, a White-Out affair that tries for a So-Serious NYC feel, but is occupied by Daddy's Girls wearing pashmina's and too many Pin Stripes worn by too many people called Hugo.