“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 aware that I ought to be..." (...) Jeremy considered this. "Well, since it's you, I suppose… — 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
