“Charley: If you‘re not going to tellme where you are, if you‘re not going to trust me to help you, then why are you here? Why bother?Reyes: Because you‘re the reason I breathe.”

“You stir up more hornets' nests than a twelve-year-old boy with a baseball bat. You‘re like Lois Lane on crack.”

“Time-out,” I said. He twisted his hand around and wound his fingers into mine. “You‘re putting me in time-out?”“Yes,” I said as a shaky sigh slid through my lips.“If I don‘t go, do I get a spanking?”

“Where am I going and why am I in this handbasket? ~Bumper sticker~”

“Charley talking to Cookie ‘'You know those women in nursing homes that have to be restrained around the clock because they mix up everyones medication and steal all the bedpans?'' ‘’Yes'' I said wondering what I was walking into''That’s going to be you!''She was probably right, if I live that long”

“Hey, I'm going to Super Dog for a quick bite and to pass along a message from a dead guy to his girlfriend. You should come with me.""I can't go with you.""Is it because of my questionable morals?""No, it's because it's three o'clock in the afternoon and I have to pick up Amber from school.""Oh, right. So the morals thing doesn't bother you?”

“Hello?" I said, because Charley's House of Pasties seemed wrong.”