You're Such A Cupcake.

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.

Maybe It's Just Not The Right Time For Us To Be Married. I Don't Want To Be A Bounty Hunter For The Rest Of My Life, But I Certainly Don't Want To Be A Housewife Right Now. And I Really Don't Want To Be Married To Someone Who Gives Me Ultimatums. And Maybe Joe Needs To Examine What He Wants From A Wife. He Was Raised In A Traditional Italian Household With A Stay-at-home Mother And Domineering Father. If He Wants A Wife Who Will Fit Into That Mold, I'm Not For Him. I Might Be A Stay-at-home Mother Someday, But I'll Always Be Trying To Fly Off The Garage Roof. That's Just Who I Am.

One Of The Men Gave Butch A Bunch Of Volts With A Stun Gun. The Rangeman Didn’t Move Fast Enough, And Butch Grabbed The Gun And Threw It Across The Room. “hunh,” Rangeman Guy Said. “yeah,” I Said. “been There, Done That.” “are You Sure He’s Human?” “maybe You Could Hook A Chain To The Flexicuffs On His Ankles And Drag Him Behind Your Car,” I Said. “we Tried That Once, And Ranger Didn’t Like It,” The Guy Said. “you Do Something Twice That Ranger Doesn’t Like, And You’re Out Of A Job And Damaged.

I Stuck My Tongue Out At Him Because I Was Feeling Exceptionall Mature.

My Father Was In The Kitchen Putting A New Washer In The Kitchen Faucet. He Looked Relieved To See Morelli Standing In The Hallway. He'd Probably Prefer I Bring Home Someone Useful, Like A Butcher Or A Car Mechanic, But I Guess Cops Are A Step Up From Undertakers.