“Why can't he be the prostitute, and I the john?”

“No tea for you. How could you do that to John? I got home from the beach at four this morning, and he shows up at eight, distraught, fully armed, waving his nightstick!”

“That's stupid. I said no because you don't love me.- John”

“I need to explain all this to Adam in private. I can't get McGillicuddy to explain it to him. Something will be lost in translation.""Well, excuse me that I can't look at him all googly-eyed," my brother said."And he's liable to punch you," I said.”

“Vat have you been up to, Governor?' Skip asked with an Arnold Swarzenegger accent.The relentless pursuit of crime,' John said. He pronounced crime with a long southern drawl and a wink. Then he burst into laugher with the rest of them.Seeing him jogging at the park had cracked a window so I could peek into his soul. Seeing him with his friends threw the window wide open.He was so nineteen.”

“He nodded to my fiddle case. "Why didn't you come play with me?" Immediately he rolled his eyes at himself. "That's not what I meant."I didn't point out that if he was constantly hearing double entendres in his own words, he had a dirtier mind than he wanted to let on. Sam having a dirty mind was okay with me. It was adorable, actually, as long as his mind was on me.”

“On a sigh he brought up his hand and used one long finger to brush a dark curl away from my face. With the saddest look in his eyes, he said, "A girl needs to be held right now, and comforted, and told that everything is going to be okay. I'm sorry I can't do that for you. I don't have any of that left." "I have a little," I said, "and I'll lend it to you.”