Lots Of Times I'm Not Crazy About

It Was Lorraine In Her Nightie And Mo In His Cap. They'd Just Settled Their Brains For A Long Winter's Nap In Front Of The Television. When Out In The Lot There Arose Such A Clatter, They Sprang From Their Recliners To See What Was The Matter. Away To The Window They Flew Like A Flash, Tore Open The Blinds And Threw Up The Sash. And What To Their Wondering Eyes Should Appear, But Stephanie Plum And Yet Another Of Her Cars Burning Front To Rear.

He's A Good Man," Ranger Said. "and You?" "i'm Better.

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.

That Was Close,"he Said, Helping Himself To Coffee. Yeah, You Almost Opened The Door To Morelli." I Wasn't Talking About Morelli. I Was Talking About Us." That Too," I Said. Ranger Sliced A Bagel And Looked For The Toaster. It's Broken,"i Told Him. He Truned The Boiler On And Slid The Bagel Into The Oven. That's Surprisingly Domestic For A Man Of Mystery," I Said To Him. He Looked At Me Over The Rim Of His Coffee Mug. "i Like Things Hot.

Is That A Bulletproof Vest? See, Now That's So Insulting. That's Like Saying I'm Not Smart Enough To Shoot You In The Head." Eddie Dechooch