“I stand corrected. Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell,”

“Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore." Eve”

“Doorman: Good morning Mr. PeaknisMr. P.: Go to hell”

“He broke the kiss and leaned against her, breathing hard. "Good morning to you, too. Man, I just can't stay mad when you do that.”

“He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.”

“Right, that was awkward. Eve, you stay and..., bake or something.""The hell I will.”

“Hell, I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her.”