Lucy Parker Quotes

Are you firing him?" Her voice squeaked as if she had uttered the most outrageous profanity. Voiced the great unspoken. The mere suggestion of firing Richard Troy was the theatrical equivalent of hollering "Voldemort!" in the halls of Hogwarts.

God, I love you."
Lainie lifted her hands and laid them over his, linking their fingers. "Do you?"
"More today than yesterday." He tilted her chin up with his thumbs. "More now than an hour ago. By the time I die at ninety of a sex-induced heart attack, I expect I'll love you in a way I can't even comprehend."
Oh...

You could try being pleasant and malleable," she suggested. "I'd probably find it a complete turn-off. I didn't realize I had this penchant for militant men. It's giving me whole new insights into my personality."
"Militant?"
"I thought it sounded more polite than 'bossy.' No?"
"I'm not bossy."
He actually sounded like he believed that.
"Okay, Captain Von Trapp. Keep telling yourself that."
She'd broken the stern director facade again. He was grinning.

What does my future look like, if he can't get past this? An elderly woman took a seat opposite her. She was carrying a mesh bag filled with cans of cat food, her hair was sticking straight out and her black trousers were covered with pet hair. Lainie chose not to interpret that as a bad omen.

However," Bob continued, and the word came down like a sledgehammer, "there is a line at which a likable bad boy becomes a nasty entitled bastard whom the public would rather see hung out to dry in the street than pay to watch prance about a stage in his bloomers. And when somebody starts abusing their fans, making an absolute arse of themselves in public places, and alienating the people who paid for their bloody Ferrari, they may consider that line crossed."

Lainie wondered if an actual "Hallelujah" chorus had appeared in the doorway, or if it was just the sound of her own glee.

She still had no idea why she was the privileged audience to this character assassination, but she warmly appreciated it.

Men in particular," he went on, stating the loathsome truth, "are given a fair amount of leeway in the public eye.

There's actually a contest for the largest pumpkin?"

"Oh, yes. Vegetable size is a cutthroat category, I gather. You know men. Always obsessed with the girth of their courgettes.

Christ, we've only been here for five minutes. It's like being stuck in the Tardis. Time has lost all meaning." He turned away to ditch his cocktail glass, thus missing Lainie's gobsmacked expression. A Doctor Who reference from her second-least-favorite person? Wonders never ceased.

She did look beautiful, holding the baby. She had managed to look beautiful holding a sick bucket. She was beautiful, in a way that had nothing to do with a perfect smile, or large breasts, or gorgeous hair, and had everything to do with her.

Although the boobs and hair were a nice perk.

She looked over at him, smiled that perfect smile, and for a moment he couldn't fucking breathe.

My personality has not once altered under outside influence." "Then I'm genuinely appalled, and your childhood nannies have my intense sympathy. You've got a bit of a nerve, don't you think, accusing other people of vanity? You make Mr. Darcy look like the poster child for low self-esteem.

Besides, he was suitably impressed that we chose Scotland. Puts it down to research for the role." Lainie halted in her sneaky exploration of the small of his back. "I hope not. I don't really see us as the Macbeths." "No. They got on fairly well until the regicide." "Beatrice and Benedick, maybe. With more bickering. And fewer rhyming couplets.