“Hope you didn't bring any spiders into the van with you,' Simon put in. 'Hey, I'm thinking we could take you back outside and hose you down, just to make sure. You'd definitely smell better if we did, which, I… — M. Chandler Copy Share Image
“Rampant male predator’,” Simon said, shaking his head. “Blatant, Archer.” “Would you prefer ‘alpha male’?” Jeremy asked. “I do occasionally feel the urge to… — M. Chandler Copy Share Image
“Simon snitched one of the cardboard coffee cups from Sandra's tray. "I love you guys," he said affably. "Have I told you that lately?… — M. Chandler Copy Share Image
“Gut instinct," Jeremy wheezed. "Your gut's been shot," Mike pointed out, but he looked uncertain.” — M. Chandler Copy Share Image
“Johnny didn't exactly look tired, but then, Johnny was just about the hardest son-of-a-bitch to read that Simon had ever met. Dave, on the… — M. Chandler Copy Share Image
“He was fucking with us pretty hard in the saferoom,” Sandra called from the front of the plane’s undercarriage. “Aw, Sandy, that wasn’t fucking… — M. Chandler Copy Share Image
“Hope you didn't bring any spiders into the van with you,' Simon put in. 'Hey, I'm thinking we could take you back outside and… — M. Chandler Copy Share Image
“In that case, hell, I'll even spring for the coffee. Unless you're some kind of damned tea-drinking Englishman, in which case you can buy… — M. Chandler Copy Share Image
“Fine. I can negotiate with the best of 'em. I took a CLASS. Tell me what you want.” — M. Chandler Copy Share Image
“So, uh, I'm not really sorry about that, and I'm not really grateful for your butting in or, or anything, but I'm kind of… — M. Chandler Copy Share Image
