“Your screenplay sucks, Mrs. Frey, but I know a way you can make it up to me. And afterward, you can stay late and rewrite the ending."

Hey, it's my birthday.

We thought midlife hadn't been hard enough up until now so we decide to date while we trudged through the Celibate Desert. We're so thirsty.

I missed her passing by 12 hours and I am mad with anguish!

My horse fell on me, violently thrashing, like a turtle stuck on his back. I looked at the silent police officer lying next to me...

"You don't have to feign interest in film for me," he said, letting me off the hook. "Oh, thank goodness," I groaned.

"Lark, have you ever had a woman?" No, he said but he had come close. "As close as we are now?" Suzannah asked. He shook his head and smiled

I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

I said sourly, “I used rubber bands to make my costume & you used Paramount Pictures." "You're still the fairest lass," my movie star said.

Flying lessons and surprise tattoos: I'm not one for exclamation points but this story is just full of them.

I was already angry at him. I hauled myself up in the saddle and dug my heels hard into Mojave's sides.

“Is that your Lexus outside?” I asked her. “Uh, yeah,” she blustered. I held up my keys. "I'm going to carve the word 'whore' into it."

He put his hands against the door on either side of my head and leaned in and kissed me roughly pushing me up against the door with his body