I'd Kiss You, But You Smell Like

I Was Driving By, Doing A Security Check... And I Smelled Leg Of Lamb." Morelli

Mrs. Zuppa Was Coming In From Bingo Just As I Was Leaving The Building. "looks Like You're Going To Work," She Said, Leaning Heavily On Her Cane. "what Are You Packin'?" "a Thirty-eight." "i Like A Nine-millimeter Myself." "a Nine's Good." "easier To Use A Semiautomatic After You've Had Hip Replacement And You Walk With A Cane," She Said. One Of Those Useful Pieces Of Information To File Away And Resurrect When I Turn Eighty-three.

Adaptation Is One Of The Great Advantages To Being Born And Bred In Jersey. We're Simply Not Bested By Bad Air Or Tainted Water. We're Like That Catfish With Lungs. Take Us Out Of Our Environment And We Can Grow Whatever Body Parts We Need To Survive. After Jersey The Rest Of The Country's A Piece Of Cake. You Want To Send Someone Into A Fallout Zone? Get Him From Jersey. He'll Be Fine.

It Was Dark And Raining, With Bad Visibility, But This Was Jersey, And We Don't Slow Down For Anything.

Ranger Smiled. 'you Want Me To Be Superman? Spend The Night With Me.