Michelle

“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.”
― Janet Evanovich, Four to Score

“We gotta be professional about this," Lula said, aiming us toward Route 1. "We need a plan. How about we get the nail polish first, then we get the guy?”
― Janet Evanovich, Three to Get Deadly

“Ranger removed my goggles "Would you like to come home with me?"
I stepped away from him. "Thank you for the offer, but no. I'm done with men."
Ranger smiled. "Forever?"
"Until I figure some things out."
"And if you don't figure them out?"
"If I can't figure them out on my own, I'll ask you to help me."
"Babe, that's like the blind leading the blind.”
― Janet Evanovich

“The kid pulled a Buck knife out of his pants pocket. "How about giving me your purse, bitch?"

Sally hiked up his skirt, reached into his briefs and pulled out a Glock.

"How about using that knife to slice off your balls?"

Lula whipped a gun out of her red satin purse and Grandma hauled out her .45 long-barrel.

"Day my make, punk," Grandma said.

"Hey, I don't want any trouble," the kid said. "We were just having some fun."

"I want to shoot him," Sally said. "Nobody'll tell, right?"

"No fair," Lula said. "I want to shoot him."

"Okay," Grandma said. "On the count of three, we'll all shoot him.”
― Janet Evanovich, Four to Score