Nice Tackle, Babe." Ranger

Any Intelligent Woman Would Have Made A Dignified Retreat, But This Was New Jersey, Where Dignity Always Runs A Poor Second To The Pleasure Of Getting In Someone's Face.

I Know What You're Thinking," Grandma Said Into The Silence. "do I Have Anymore Bullets In This Here Gun? Well, With All The Confusion, What With Being Locked Up In A Refrigerator, I Plumb Forgot What Was In Here To Start With. But Being That This Is A 45 Magnum, The Most Powerful Handgun In Existence, And It Could Blow Your Head Clean Off, You Just Got To Ask Yourself One Question. Do You Feel Lucky Today? Well, Do You, Punk?" Christ," Spiro Whispered. "she Thinks She's F**king Clint Eastwood.

I Received Rejection Letters For Ten Years (one On A Napkin, Written In Crayon.) I Had All My Rejection Notices Stored In A Box. When The Box Was Finally Full I Took It To The Curb And Set It On Fire. The Next Day I Went Out And Got A Temp Job.

Mrs. Zuppa Was Coming In From Bingo Just As I Was Leaving The Building. "looks Like You're Going To Work," She Said, Leaning Heavily On Her Cane. "what Are You Packin'?" "a Thirty-eight." "i Like A Nine-millimeter Myself." "a Nine's Good." "easier To Use A Semiautomatic After You've Had Hip Replacement And You Walk With A Cane," She Said. One Of Those Useful Pieces Of Information To File Away And Resurrect When I Turn Eighty-three.

How Many Times Have I Told You Not To Hit People In The Face. You Kick Them In The Body Where It Doesn't Show.