“Ah hell, this was bad. Double-chocolate-chips-goes-to-my-hips kinda bad.”
“It is bad to suppress laughter. It goes back down and spreads to your hips.”
“There was nothing like double chocolate chip to solve the sexual problems of women everywhere.”
“This was a bad idea,” I whispered.“It was probably the smartest idea you’ve ever had.”I rubbed my palms on my hips. “It’s going to take a lot morethan Thanksgiving dinner and a Christmas tree to get laid.”“Damn. There goes my whole plan.”
“And just so you know for the future, I like my double-chocolate chip cookies warm and soft in the middle...and without magnets glued to them.""Me, too. When you decide to bake me some, let me know.”
“I’m a smart cookie. Chocolate chip.”