Clayton Carter Quotes

“I’d like to see you try to have my job. Around here I’m more connected than a Kennedy. As for our animals, there is no rapin’ involved, they are more than willing, just ask your “girlfriend.” She is probably gettin’ a little animal lovin’, and it’s probably better than you, which is why she isn’t answering your calls. Also, we aren’t hillbillies, we are rednecks. Don’t you have a map fucktard, no mountains in this part of the state, but you bring your ass down here, and I’ll do you a solid. I’ll introduce you to the fuckin’ bubba-brigade. Have a good night, and if Mhisery ever rolls off the animal she is on, I’ll tell her you called.”
― Alex Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“I’d like to see you try to have my job. Around here I’m more connected than a Kennedy. As for our animals, there is no rapin’ involved, they are more than willing, just ask your “girlfriend.” She is probably gettin’ a little animal lovin’, and it’s probably better than you, which is why she isn’t answering your calls. Also, we aren’t hillbillies, we are rednecks. Don’t you have a map fucktard, no mountains in this part of the state, but you bring your ass down here, and I’ll do you a solid. I’ll introduce you to the fuckin’ bubba-brigade. Have a good night, and if Mhisery ever rolls off the animal she is on, I’ll tell her you called.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“That was Clay's olive branch to Quinn, and if the sumbitch weren't as stubborn as a mule, he'd take it.”
― Alex Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Clay sat back in his chair and propped his feet on his desk as he took a sip from his coffee cup. If these two assholes wanted to kill each other, he didn't care as long as they didn't get blood on the floor, or move one piece of furniture.”
― Alex Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“I thought you two used to be pretty good friends back in high school?”

Clay lifted his mug again, his facial expression was not giving any indication of the amusement he felt. He thought someone needed to knock the hell out of Quinn Mason for a long time, and looked like Caleb was the one to do it. Quinn deserved it from Caleb, if for nothing more than the fact he had stuck his dick in the guy's sister. That was always a cause for an ass whooping between friends.”
― Alex Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Are you two finished beatin' the hell out of each other? Mason, you slept with his sister, you know he deserved to get that punch in. Bellemy, you got your hit in. Now, leave it alone. He obviously loves her if he was willin' to call me for help.”

Clay lifted his mug again, taking another sip before he continued.

“Next one of you to throw a punch is out of here and won't get to know what is goin' on. It's a courtesy that I even let either of you in here or tell you the details of the investigation. Don't take advantage of my kind nature.”
― Alex Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“If Mason had half a brain he would shut up, sit down, and not provoke Caleb any more than possible. But something told him Quinn didn't have half a brain and even less patience”
― Alex Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“So, fiancé is it, now? I guess it was easier to say than to say she is the woman who took off on a brisk jog a thousand miles away from you shortly after the question was popped. Or sayin' you're the asshole her brother wants to kill for stickin' your dick in his sister after you were friends in high school.”
― Alex Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Clay’s brow’s furrowed as the yuppie, Yankee, tone filled his ear. Who the hell could be dating a yuppie in Midnight? Sure, one could end up with a Yankee; it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, but a fucking yuppie?”
― Alex Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Boy, as far as you’re concerned, my word is law, and you’re just a bitch without a number. Now, you keep on with this conversation, and I’ll have to hurt your sensitive little feelin’s. Fuckin’ yuppie.”
― Alex Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Clay sat back in his chair and propped his feet on his desk as he took a sip from his coffee cup. If these two assholes wanted to kill each other, he didn't care as long as they didn't get blood on the floor, or move one piece of furniture.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“I thought you two used to be pretty good friends back in high school?”

Clay lifted his mug again, his facial expression was not giving any indication of the amusement he felt. He thought someone needed to knock the hell out of Quinn Mason for a long time, and looked like Caleb was the one to do it. Quinn deserved it from Caleb, if for nothing more than the fact he had stuck his dick in the guy's sister. That was always a cause for an ass whooping between friends.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“If Mason had half a brain he would shut up, sit down, and not provoke Caleb any more than possible. But something told him Quinn didn't have half a brain and even less patience”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“So, fiancé is it, now? I guess it was easier to say than to say she is the woman who took off on a brisk jog a thousand miles away from you shortly after the question was popped. Or sayin' you're the asshole her brother wants to kill for stickin' your dick in his sister after you were friends in high school”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Clay’s brow’s furrowed as the yuppie, Yankee, tone filled his ear. Who the hell could be dating a yuppie in Midnight? Sure, one could end up with a Yankee; it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, but a fucking yuppie?”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“Boy, as far as you’re concerned, my word is law, and you’re just a bitch without a number. Now, you keep on with this conversation, and I’ll have to hurt your sensitive little feelin’s. Fuckin’ yuppie.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight

“That was Clay's olive branch to Quinn, and if the sumbitch weren't as stubborn as a mule, he'd take it.”
― Shyloh Morgan, Chasing Midnight