Even Christian—the Poster Child For "smartass"—looked Grim.

You And I Have Never Liked Each Other, Rose. If I’ve Got To Kill Someone, It Might As Well Be You.

This Isn't A Christmas Special! This Is My Life. In The Real World, Miracles And Goodness Just Don't Happen.

Wine's Terrible For Babies." Dorian Swept Into The Sitting Room To Join Me, Elegantly Arranging Himself On A Love Seat That Displayed His Purple Velvet Robes To Best Effect. "well Of Course It Is. I'd Never Dream Of Giving Wine To An Infant! What Do You Take Me For, A Barbarian? But For You... Well, It Might Go A Long Way To Make You A Little Less Jumpy. You've Been Positively Unbearable To Live Around. "i Can't Have It Either. It Affects The Babies In Utero.

You Managed To Get Him A Duster, But You Couldn't Find Me A Pair Of Jeans?

I’d Been Raised To Be Practical And Keep My Emotions In Check, But I Loved Cars. That Was One Of The Few Legacies I’d Picked Up From My Mom. She Was A Mechanic, And Some Of My Best Childhood Memories Were Of Working In The Garage With Her.