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Show dogs and their handlers remind me of Brooke Shields and her mother: an incredibly disheveled person tethered to an impeccably groomed animal.
Melissa Pritchard is a treasure.
Peabody, you're an investigative slut.
NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout
I pretended not to be surprised when she showed up at my sliding door last night. Between the dog and me? I thought she was either a super-dedicated UPS guy or a polite serial killer.
Millie, honey, Josh is gone." Millie
Tina Blackstone,
you-know-who." Amy
Lizbeth?" He barks from the balcony. "Guess what I just caught our daughter doing? Experimenting with beastiality
with a bird! And you can probably guess which daughter.
Brooke, I need you to know who I am. What I am.Brooke-- Katy Evans
Stop your idiocy, Sandra, please. For once in your death.
Terriers usually have their own agenda, kind of like cats, only with a lot more pointless animation. - Sydney Linden
As I held onto Rosemary Telesco for dear life, we both knew the truth. She was going off to camp and eventually, private school. We were on different roads, she and me. Two ships that passed in Sheep Meadow.
Annie is my wife, and she will remain wi' me as my wife, subject only to my rule. I will suffer no man to dishonor her or lay hand upon her so long as I live.
Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.
Alma didn't want Isabel to start singing the praises of their pet, a rescue beagle, or she wouldn't shush until sundown.
"I've found the missing lady," Alma said. "Say welcome home, Betsy Sweet.
Now, with Annie gone, I'm looking for a new dog. I have a lot of duck hunting planned, and I can't imagine doing it without a dog. I'm 84, so I won't get a puppy.
Carla Crumworthy, heiress to the Crumworthy panty-shield fortune. She had come to complain about the collagen injections that Rudy Graveline had administered to give her full, sensual lips, which is just what every rheumatoid seventy-one-year-old woman
Joe, my guardian and a man of few words, once said about Lizzie, "That girl could talk the ears off a cornfield.
I love you, Tara.
I have a name," I grumped, my stomach pinching me harder.
"Yes, but it has no pizzazz. Ra-a-a-a-chel. Rach-e-e-e-eel," he said, trying it out in different ways. "No one will tremble in terror at that. Oh my God!" he said in a high falsetto. "It's Rachel! Run! Hide!
People ask me what Gillian Anderson's like to work with, and I have no idea!
You are a treasure, Iris Kenworthy,
Marie Laurencin.
Ah, Kerry. You've found your heart. Who is she?"
...
"A healer, but she's ... gone.
Jessica, who loves stories,
Angela Wexler, person
She loves dogs. And in time, who knows, maybe she would even have ended up loving the type of dogs who eat other small dogs for lunch.
Leslie McNeill
Brenna is my calm in life. She is my peace and my silence in a world that never stops talking or moving.
So tell me, Tamara darlin', what other needs can I help you take care of?
I'm going to see if Morris has a spare spine lying around you can borrow if you're scared to speak to that high-heeled, smug-ass bitch, Peabody.
Pam is petite, a bristly little chihuahua of a human being. She is the only woman I ever met who claims to be ten years older than she actually is so everyone will tell her how young she looks.
As I stare into the Border collie's eyes, I think that maybe I should go inside and call the girls. Claire, Cindy, and Jill would be here almost before I hung up the phone. They would hold me, hug me, say all the right things. You're special, Lindsay. Everybody loves you, Lindsay.
Tell me, Connie, is your mother still dead?
Well, schmear my bagel, if it isn't Mara Dyer.
Ray please I never lied to her. When need arose I may have used words that lied.
When my ma went off a old woman called Aunt Emmaline kep' me. (She kep' all de orphunt chillun an' dem who's mammas had been sent off to de breedin' quarters. When dem women had chillun dey brung 'em an' let somebody lak Aunt Emmaline raise em.)
My name, it's Elizabeth. And I assure you, I'm no tart.
Janie.
Does not like.
To be called.
Buffy.
Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.
Wife-Mother-Actress-Author The world will remember.
Abby. She's a pigeon. A demonic pigeon that fucks with my head so bad I can't think straight. Nothing makes sense anymore, Cam. Every rule I've ever made's getting broken one by one. I'm a pussy. No ... worse. I'm Shep.
My Becca's home.
He picked up the biscuit box and said, "Come on, Marlene. Back into hiding in case somebody comes looking for you, although only God knows why anybody would."
"Marlene?" Nell said.
"I'm not calling anything SugarPie," Riley said. "That's obscene.
I can't do this without her, Liz, I can't. Every part of my life is wrapped up in her. She's my wife,
Timid Katy no more.. I'd moved onto good ole B&E.
Cybill Shepherd's mother - her name is Patty - is a good friend of mine.
You don't like her, do you?" "Who, me? No, I love her dearly. Evil scheming bitches are my favorite kind of people." (Risa)
How could she explain to Felicity that her anxiety was like a strange, mercurial little pet she was forced to look after? Sometimes it was quiet and pliable; other days it was crazy, running around in circles, yapping in her ear.
Marcie fancied herself an amateur therapist at times. I was her favorite patient.
She came back from the eighties to save mankind. Martha Quinn is our only hope.
She can't stand the sight of me, Helen. The one girl, the only girl who's ever really shook me up - and I horrify her.
Ruby Stevens was determined, ambitious and tough. She had to fend for herself in so many ways as a child and always felt apart, on her own.
She's one of our fans. She comes to the theater and allows us to curse and berate her, and that's her contribution to our struggle. Roscoe
she told Rick Parker
If Marion Hawthorne doesn't watch out, she's going to grow up into a lady Hitler.
She was trusted and valued by her father, loved and courted by all dogs, cats, children, and poor people, and slighted and neglected by everybody else.
I'll be damned. Miranda Sweet, is it you or is my glaucoma acting up again?" Ruby Sue sat her glass down on the Formica countertop with a clank. "You always did know how to make an entrance. Who do you think you are, the Queen of England?
Oh, Len, isn't she a darling? Just because she saw how our Bandboxful of furniture would rattle about in that big house like a peanut in a cocoanut shell, to lend us all hers! She is a darling.
Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.
CASTLES IN THE AIR Laurie
Mr. Laurence. I have got a letter for the lady.
Bye Felicia get the fuck off my property." "Who is Felicia?" "You bitch! Now, bye.
There are the dirtstreaked glass panes of the bay windows, there are the heavy, moth-eaten drapes, and there, half hidden by the curtains, pointed face peeking out with that familiar worried look, is Elsie.
She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.
Laura, apparently, is a human bullshit detector.
I need you to be okay, Sloane. Please. I don't know if you can hear me. You probably can't, but I'll say it anyway. I love you. I love you, and you can't leave me.
her,' Abby says.Abby-- Sara Alexi
Shelby is so gullible; she believes every word I say to her, as if it is so easy just to believe the best in people.
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
MRS. REYES FARROW.
who kept reading out excerpts from her magazine, one of those real-life mags, full of stories about unfaithful spouses, child abuse and kids with cancer.
my phone rings. I sense my hard-won optimism is about to get a smackdown. The Angel of Death, also known as my mother, Lenore Tate, long-suffering widow and professional pessimist.
And anyway, considering that her mother dies and her boyfriend's spending a small fortune to get high off someone else's bad breath, I'd say Sophie's next in line for therapy.
Bye, Tess. haunt me if you like. I don't mind.
Reese is a caring, talented, intelligent woman with a big heart and a strong will." Every word Trent spoke was filled with love. "I promise you that I will treat her as the love of my life, because that's who she is.
Ah, now my pet, you'll be callin' me, Ma. Me gynecologist calls me Mrs. McClung," Charlie's mother instructed a blushing Marian. From "A Good Girl
Seated with Stuart and Brent Tarleton in the cool shade of the porch of Tara, her father's plantation,
Are you afraid, Tessa?
Okay. Roz is strong. She's confident and loyal. She's there when I need her.
"Congratulations," I mumbled. "Sounds like you're dating a German shepherd.
Do you know what a tre vie is, Juliana?
Unyielding - Oh Norma Jeane leads a crazy life, you see - she has a former husband very jealous of her - he is her "ex" but he is
Love you, Quinn Sullivan. You are precious to me, and I will love you always. And if I die before you, I plan to haunt you
He's a sub dog. How did she find a sub dog?
Peggy Sue, Peggy Sue, oh how my heart yearns for you.
What's your name, honey?" Frank asked her. "Beth Riley," she said. She could hear footsteps overhead as the agents stomped around her parents' bedroom upstairs. "What's your real name?" he asked. Her skin prickled. "Beth Riley," she said again.
It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.'
'Why are you saying that?'
'She might need permission to die, Cal.'
'I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission.
Tess was my first experience of a woman who had inhabited her weirdness, moved into the areas of herself that made her distinct from those around her, and learned how to display them proudly.
Tick peering over her shoulder. Blessings be upon this
Libby is none of those things. At least not the Libby I've become. She's crafted and honed for this one purpose, forged by misery and rage, until every raw edge was seared away.
Carla lives for cat videos. She thinks they're the only thing the Internet is good for.
Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell . . . .
Got a buddy in the NOPD who says there's a rumor you're with some private agency. Who? (Brady)
And I slice open chickens at midnight to sacrifice to the great gods of Santeria. (Terri)
The dog - Beverly - looked up at me with warm, trusting brown eyes. I was a human. I had her leash, and I knew her name. Clearly, I was going to make everything okay. It must be nice to be a dog.
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
Kate Daniels and her deadly attack poodle. Kill me, somebody. Julie, my adopted niece, would have a field day with this.
Teracia was a tatted former client in her forties that had met the love of her life thanks to Gerri. She was Gerri's first attempt at matchmaking.
Her fierce and fearful friend
who loved country music and cherry Pop Tarts and singing in public and the color pink, who was terrified of germs and dogs and ladders.
Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. I can't get away from myself.
[Mrs. Clare] is a gaunt, trouser-wearing, woolen-shirted, cowboy-booted, ginger-colored, gingery-tempered woman of unrevealed age ("That's for me to know, and you to guess") but promptly revealed opinions, most of which are announced in a voice of rooster-crow altitude and penetration.