He Doesn’t Look Very Smart,” Diesel Said.

Grandma Mazur Stood Two Feet Back From My Mother. "i Gotta Get Me A Pair If Those," She Said, Eyeballing My Shorts. "i've Still Got Pretty Good Legs, You Know." She Raised Her Skirt And Looked Down At Her Knees. "what Do You Think? You Think I'd Look Good In Them Biker Things?" Grandma Mazur Had Knees Like Doorknobs.

I’ll Be Real Discreet,” Tank Said. As Discreet As A Six-foot-six, No-neck Guy Weighing Three Hundred And Fifty Pounds, All Dressed In Black Swat Clothes, With A Glock Holstered At His Side Could Be.

When Grandma Mazur Is Talking About The Reason For The Improved Play Of Her 91-year-old Bowling Teammate, She Said: "she's Doing Better Now That We Got Her The Longer Tubing To Her Oxygen Tank.

We Were Discussing A Grisly Double Murder And Rodriguez Was Telling Us All This In The Same Sort Of Conversational Tone A Person Might Use To Pass On A Favorite Lasagna Recipe. And I Was Responding With The Same Enthusiasm A New Cook Might Show. I Was Simultaneously Horrified And Impressed With Myself.

Has It Ever Occurred To You That You Might Be Delusional?' That's What The Psychiatrist Said, But I Think He's Wrong. There's An Evil Flying Pizza Out There, And It's Got Brenda's Name On It.