Han?” “Yeah, sweetie.” “How do you teach a man not to be a noble, long-suffering, self-sacrificing idiot?” “I don’t know, sweetie. Mostly I shoot them.” “I’ll consider that.
All the people in the Kuo-ch'ing monastery They say, "Han-shan is an idiot." "Am I really an idiot:" I reflect. But my reflections fail to solve the question: for I myself do not know who the self is, And how can others know who I am?
You’ve never been a teenager, sweetie. You know what’s best for you.
I didn't want to do some trivial, lame, trite, sweetie-pie, 'How thin can I be?' role.
It's never too early to teach your children about the tool of money. Teach them how to work for it and they learn pride and self-respect. Teach them how to save it and they learn security and self-worth. Teach them how to be generous with it and they learn love.
The ones here know I own this place and they give it space. After all, unlike the Dark-Hunters, I’m not banned from hitting or killing them, and they know it. (Sin) You’re just such a sweetie pie. I can’t imagine why the other Dark-Hunters won’t let you play their reindeer games. Shame on them all. (Kat)
Sweetie, she-warriors don"t scream. We wow our men with a look, tame them with a smile.
I am for the animals, I couldn't care less about your need to eat animals, wear them, shoot them or exploit them. Too bad if you consider it suffering to let all that self-centered and traditional bullshit stop you from having the will to help the animals.
Not an insult sweetie. That was a thirteen word kiss.
He referred to you as his little snack." "He's a sweetie.
I got the Hammer money, sweetie you can't touch this.
My grandmother used to call me Sweetie, and I really loved it.
Sweetie, nothing that flies looks safe, including birds.
Jane-Sweetie, we've talked about your weight-" my mother began. I'm only eight years old," I said. "How about I promise to be anorexic later?
[W]ithout humour you cannot run a sweetie-shop, let alone a nation.
C’mon, sweetie, you can say it. (Delphine) (She moved his mouth playfully with her hands.) You don’t suck, Delphine. I…you. C’mon, Jericho. I only bite in the bedroom. You can do this. I know you’re not really mute. (Delphine)
Fine," Strider said tightly. "You can. But you wont. Because you know that if you take the woman out of this home, I'll go gray from worry. And you like my hair the way it is." "Stridey-man. Are you hitting on my? Trying to get me to run my fingers through those mangy locks?" Gideon chuckled. "Sweetie pie." Striders lips even twitched into a grin. "You know I hate when you get mushy like that." Boy loved it. No question.