Best 37 quotes of Abigail Roux on MyQuotes

And you have nothing on him? Is he at least local? Does he have an accent?” “Yeah, about that. I never heard this accent before.” “Really.” “It’s like... Southern with a curlicue.” “What?” Ty was laughing, but Nick didn’t find his frustration all that amusing. “I’m serious. It’s like yours, but not. Like he came over from England and put the two accents together. I...” “Can you mimic him?” “No! I’ve tried, and my tongue does not make that sound with an R.” “Your tongue can’t make any kind of an R!” “Whatever, hillbilly.

Are you okay?" Kelly cried. "I shot dinner," Nick said. Kelly snorted. "Look, Hannibal, you can shoot back if they 're shooting at you, but it's still not okay to eat them afterward.

Come on, Elmer,” he said to his horse. “Let’s find a nice prickly cactus you can toss me into.

Crystal-clear revelation struck Zane like a bolt of summer lightning, sizzling through the chill of February air.

Deuce groaned. “Ma, what sort of pie was that?” He was rubbing his stomach. “Bitter cherry. Lucy Hopewel had one at the potluck a week back, and I thought I might try it. It wasn’t good?” “It was good, Ma,” Ty said, voice flat. “Where do you get bitter cherries?” Deuce asked. “Disgruntled trees,” Ty said. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk.

He wanted to reach through the phone and hug his partner, who was, for all intents and purposes, a large teddy bear with a gun.

Hey,” Nick grunted. “Marriage is just a word for some people, but for others it’s a fucking sentence, okay?” Zane was holding his side. “Oh my God, marriage puns! Oh my God...” Nick was trying not to grin, but he finally couldn’t help himself. “Once we established I was the victim, then we had to find a girl with a ring on her finger to figure out which one I’d fucking married.” Ty leaned against Zane’s arm, laughing so hard he could no longer sit up straight. “The look on his face!” “He made a marriage pun,” Zane gasped.

His lover was a born entertainer who liked to kill things. How he wasn’t in a psychiatric ward or on a Most Wanted list somewhere was anyone’s guess.

How the fuck was he supposed to function in the fucking real world if he couldn’t even break into his own god damn house?

I'm Catholic. I don't pray, I just ask for forgiveness after.

I mean that all the experiences I’ve ever heard of in life . . . I want to have them with you.

I'm pretty sure I just got groped while buying toothpaste," Ty told him with a frown as he struggled with the tiny buttons of his shirt. "By a tiny little old lady with dead butterflies on her hat.

I'm prone to paper cuts.

I’m sorry. Walls are closing in and I need to go. Love you.

It was a large bay gelding, which for Ty translated to "big-ass brown horse.

My ass hurts, Garrett.” “Didn’t we have this conversation when we first met?

My wife has made up Ty’s old bedroom for you,” he told him in a low voice as Ty and Mara argued over the merits of the couch cushions versus the rocks out back. “Oh Christ.” Zane laughed, falling back in his chair. “He won’t let me forget this. Losing his bed to me.” “Well,” Earl said with a sigh, “it’s either that or fight his mama over it.” He sat and watched Ty and Mara for a moment, sipping at his coffee contentedly. “Ain’t none of us ever won that fight,” he told Zane flatly. “Me and Zane’ll just bunk together,” Ty was arguing. Mara laughed at him. “You two boys won’t fit in a double bed any more than I’ll still fit in my wedding dress,” she scoffed. [...] “Good morning, Zane dear, how did you sleep?” Mara asked as she came up to him and pressed a glass of orange juice into his hands. “Ah, okay,” Zane hedged, taking the glass out of self-defense. “I don’t do too well sleeping in strange places lately, but….” “Well, Ty’s bed is about as strange a place as you can get,” Deuce offered under his breath. He followed it with a muffled grunt as Ty kicked him under the table.

No, Carolyn, you can’t petition PETA to get a waiver from dissecting the frog. The frog’s already dead. It donated itself to science. Don’t let its sacrifice be in vain. -Brandon

Okay, go hang up your kitty pictures and pet your car.

Once you admit to yourself that you are or aren't something, then you can begin searching for the reason why," Deuce went on. "And once you've found that, you can begin to take steps toward making it better. So, tell yourself you're an asshole, stop being an asshole, your problem's solved," Deuce said in a pleased voice.

She told me to wait,that I was going to lose a finger." Earl looked toward the kitchen and back at Ty and Duece. He snorted. "I asked her, did she think I was stupid? Then a couple of snips later, whack. Off went the finger. And you know what that woman said to me? I said 'Mara you cut my finger off.' And your mother said to me, 'Well Earl who's stupid now?

Speaking of troublemakers, where’s Nicholas? I’ve got a hug for him, too.” “He and Doc are in the next room,” Ty answered. “Doc? Which one was that?” “The one who lost his parents when he was young. I brought him home for Thanksgiving one time. You told him you wanted to wrap him up and bake him in a pie and he never came back.

This is the staff sergeant coming out," Kelly told Hagan quietly. "I'm used to it." Hagan looked him up and down, narrowing his eyes. "You come like a fire hose when he gives you an order, don't you?" "Only if he tells me to," Kelly countered with a smirk.

This is the worst vacation ever,” Kelly said as he turned and followed Ty up the steps. “Yeah, we don’t use that word.

This Saturday? As in tomorrow Saturday? We have to give lectures in twelve hours? We're not prepared for that! I can't just pull a cyber-crimes lecture out of my ass!" He could, but it was the principle of the thing.

Two days ago, I was trying to decide how to ask him to marry me,” Zane whispered. “Tonight I’m trying to figure out if I can even love someone like him.

Two guys jumped us on the way to get food," Cameron answered. "Ty is like... a ninja on crack. He beat them up pretty spectacularly. Then we stole with their car.

Ty plopped down in the seat next to Kelly and peered over at his friends. “What the hell happened to you two this morning?” Nick began to snicker and Kelly rolled his eyes as he took a sip of coffee. “I fell out of the bed.” “Fell?” Zane asked. “Or you were pushed?” “Legit fell. Rolled right out of that thing and took the covers with me. I dreamt I was being attacked by a giant squid and woke up thinking I was drowning.” “I woke up cold and very confused,” Nick added.

Ty removed his fingers from Zane’s back as he saw the shiver run through him, and he pressed his lips tightly together, looking up and away in disgust as he resigned himself to what he was about to do. Broaching the subject could possibly cost him his job if Zane went tattling to the higher-ups about sexual harassment or some shit, but Ty was going to do it anyway. “Anything you need to say to me?” ... The visual of Ty’s nude body flashed behind Zane’s eyelids, and he spoke before he thought better of it. “Nothing you want to hear,” he murmured as he faced the mirror, hoping to diffuse the situation. “Thanks for the help,” he added, wanting desperately to get away from this tension. ... “You sure about that?” Ty asked as his stomach fluttered nervously. His voice finally betrayed the nerves. “Trying to be a real partner to you here, Zane. If you need to tell me something, then here’s your chance.

Ty rested his hand on Zane’s chest again and closed his eyes. Zane turned his head with infinite care and kissed Ty’s forehead. Wesson gave him a warning growl. “Mine,” Zane told the cat.

Wait!" she cried, and she yanked away from him and gathered her heels and her ruined purse. She slid the shoes on and straightened her shoulders. "I will go as a lady should," she claimed bravely. "In patent leather heels.

Want to go to West Virginia and risk life and limb with me?" Zane smirked and gave a single nod. "Sounds like fun.

What about the animals?” Ty asked. “Who the hell needs this many dogs anyway?” “What’s wrong with being a pet owner?” Cameron asked. “Yeah, you pronounced ‘hoarder’ wrong.

What do you want, MacGuffin, a duel?” “No.” Julian held out both hands, one palm flat, the other held over it in a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors. Two out of three.” Ty rolled his eyes and held out his fist, apparently willing to play. Julian hit his palm three times, and Ty kept time with his fist in the air. But when Julian threw a paper, Ty reached into his jacket with his other hand and pulled his gun, aiming it at Julian. “Ty!” Zane said in exasperation from the front seat. “Glock, paper, scissors. I win.” “You are an ass,” Julian muttered.

You know I'd follow you anywhere. Even if it's straight to Hell.

You okay to mount?" he asked Ty. "Next time you ask me that, you better be naked.

You’re bullshitting.” “Don’t they call it horseshitting down here?