“That’s your truck parked up by the factory isn’t it?” Magnus pointed. “It’s awfully butch for a bookseller.”

“On my life, Magnus, I swear this is the truth: your father is a Norse god. Now, hurry. We're in a twenty- minute parking spot.”

“I used to work in a fire hydrant factory. You couldn’t park anywhere near the place.”

“You're getting into some kind of shape, cop."
Aw, come on, now." Butch grinned. "Don't let that shower we took go to your head."
Rhage fired a towel at the male. "Just pointing out your beer gut's gone."
It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it.”

“The Bagshaw's blew up an armored truck one,' Gabrielle offered.”

“How was your day?" Morelli asked me. "Oh, you know, the usual. Stole a truck. Blew up a building, and brought seven monkeys home with me.”

“An old friend once told me, you don't go fill up your car with gas at night and then park it in the garage.”

“The highway construction truck tore up the street at forty miles an hour.”

“Doctor, you keep asking me to see your point of view, which is based on ethics. You never see mine, which isn’t.”

“Isn’t Hollywood a dump — in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement.”