“I cupped my hands over my ears. “No, no, no. Get out. Get dead.”
“I hate noise pollution. Get that filthy soda can out of my ear!”
“He came up to me and kissed my neck, cupping the side of my face with his hand. He whispered, "Now give me your keys""Over my dead body.”
“Watson: "Get that out of my face."Sherlock: "It's not in your face, it's in my hand."Watson: "Get what's in your hand out of my face.”
“I read the fuck out of every book I can get my hands on.”
“But I'm getting to it. I can't come at it cold. I'm warming my hands over old stories.”