I Don't Think His Elevator

I'm Sorry About Your Porsche." "i Can Replace The Porsche. I Can't Replace You. You Need To Be More Careful." I Was Just Sitting In Your Car!" Babe, You're A Magnet For Disaster.

Men!" "at Least We Don't Fake It." "listen, It Was Your Uncle. And We Were Late, Remember? So I Made The Sacrifice And Got Us There In Time For Dessert. You Should Be Thanking Me." Morelli's Mouth Was Open Slightly And His Face Was Registering A Mixture Of Astonished Disbelief And Wounded, Pissed-off Male Pride. Okay, It Wasn't That Much Of A Sacrifice At The Time, And I Knew He Shouldn't Be Thanking Me, But Give Me A Break Here... This Wasn't Famine In Ethiopia

If Anything Happened To You, I'd Be So Destroyed They'd Have To Strap Me To A Bed And Feed Me Through A Tube. After Five Or Six Years, I Might Be Capable Of Taking Care Of Rex. In The Interim, You Should Assign A Guardian.

Honey, A Man Can't Keep His Gun In A Cookie Jar. It Just Isn't Done.

I've Never Been In This Part Of Trenton Before. I Don't Feel Comfortable Driving Around Buildings That Haven't Got Gang Slogans Sprayed On Them. Look At This Place. No Boarded-up Windows. No Garbage In The Gutter. No Brothers Selling Goods On The Street. Don't Know How People Can Live Like This.