“Don’t freak out, I’m getting into the bed,” he said.”
“Why don’t we just assume from now on that I’m just generally freaked out at all times?”
“Hi, mom,” he said. “I’m fine.”“How are you? Are you still seeing . . .?”“Yep,” A.J. said. “Jamie’s sitting right here, next to me.”“Let’s freak her out, okay?” Jamie said, mischief glinting in his eyes as he popped away—which worked more to freak A.J. out.”
“Who wants a bag of bones?” he said, with absolute sincerity. “I don’t want to hurt myself on the sharp edges of the woman I’m bedding.”
“Don’t call me babe. I’m not a floozy. Or a freaking talking pig.”
“I don’t like salad dressing. I prefer salad undressing. I’m a health freak. And I do mean freak.”