That Chippendale is a coffee table, Lieutenant, not a footstool."
"How do you walk with that stick up your ass?" She left her feet where they were, propped comfortably on the table. "Does it hurt, or does it give you a nice little rush?"
"Your dinner guests," he said, curling his lip, "have arrived."
"Thank you, Summerset." Roarke got to his feet. "We'll have the hors d'oeuvres in here." He held out a hand to Eve.
She waited, deliberately, until Summerset had stepped out again before swinging her feet to the floor.
"In the interest of good fellowship," Roarke began as they started toward the foyer, "could you not mention the stick in Summerset's ass for the rest of the evening?"
"Okay. If he rags on me I'll just pull it out and beat him over the head with it."
"That should be entertaining.
He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.
J.D. RobbHey, pretty damn smart aren't you? You made it just ugly enough. inconspicuous. Nobody looks twice."
"I have to admit, that was a hard one for me. I think one of the designers had a breakdown. Cried for an hour
Tags: promises-in-death
Her killer wrote a note on that stationary."
"A note." Now Renquist's eyebrows lifted. "Well. That was rather arrogant of him, wasn't it?
Tags: humor mystery in-death-series
Eve: “Would you jump in front of a maxibus for me?”
Roarke: “Absolutely. They don't go very fast.
Roarke: “Our engines don't run at the same speed.”
Eve: “What the hell does that mean?”
Roarke: “Just that.”
Eve: “It sounds like something that ought to piss me off. But I can't figure out exactly why. When I do, I might have to pop you one.”
Roarke: “I'll look forward to it. If you don't sleep, eat. You need something in your stomach. And what are you grinning at?”
Eve: “You. You're such a wife.”
Roarke: “Now, I'm pissed off.
Peabody: “When a guy’s in the hospital, he wants toys.”
Eve: “When a guy gets a splinter in his toe, he wants toys.
Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and havent't killed any of them?
J.D. RobbTags: portrait-in-death-dirk-hastings
I was just trying to get his attention!" the man protested at the top of his lungs. "If he'da listened, I wouldn'ta had to bash him.
J.D. RobbTags: treachery-in-death
You're earlier than expected, and appear to have gotten through the day without destroying any article of clothing. I must note this event down on my calendar."
"Bitch when I'm late, bitch when I'm early. You could go pro on the bitching circuit.
Tags: summerset bitching-circuit
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