“Don't 'honey' me in that southern-fried twang.”

“Please let me go.""Anna." He lowered his brow to hers. "Don't ask me to do that, because I don't think I can live without you. Take a chance, roll the dice. Come with me.”

“Don't you want me to kiss you goodbye, sweetie?""Kiss a cow farm boy”

“Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don't catch a cold.”

“Beckett, don't make me ask you to come upstairs and check in the closets. She laid her hands on his cheeks. Just come upstairs.”

“Did he mean me or Jenny Mullendore was a slut?" Joanne wondered. "Because honestly, I don't see how she has the time for slut activities with those two preschoolers of hers. Me, I've got lots of time.”

“Excuse me, but I'm very tired of being interrupted and ordered around and spoken to like a recalicitrant eight-year-old.""Then don't behave like one," Brian suggested.”