“How's it going down there?""It's weird. They're too polite, they talk funny, and stuff has too much shine on it. But the coffee's worse than Central's, so that's something.”

“Three weeks hadn't changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable.She was thrilled to be back.”

“I got you a present.""Did you?""It's a book of poetry--romancy stuff. I thought, 'How schmaltzy is that,' so it seemed like the thing. Then I screwed up and left it in my desk at work”

“You think they've killed before?""I'd bet your ass on it""Why my ass?" Eyes slitted, Peabody jabbed a finger in the air. "Because it's bigger? Because it has more padding? That's hitting below the belt.""Your ass is below your belt. I'd bet mine, too, if it makes you feel better.”

“The man's got more money than God, and he sends you a bag of coffee?”

“I don't mind being a suspect when the corpse is a shit-for-brains fuckwit, but if I'd killed her it would've been bloody and loud. And I'd have enjoyed it too much to keep it to myself.”

“Testing, she lifted her hips, let them fall. "Oh, for God's sake. We can't do this on a talking bed. Everybody in the house will know what's going on in here."Enjoying himself, he nuzzled at her throat. "I believe they already suspect we have sex.""Maybe, but that's different than having the bed yell out, 'Whoopee!"Was it any wonder he adored her? he thought.Watching her face, he trailed a finger over her breast. "We'll have quiet, dignified sex.""If sex is dignified it's not being done right.”