Romans & histoires Jake Peralta Quotes

I say. "You are so full of yourself. Do you think that Belinda is the best lawyer in town? And do you believe that you have hiked the jackpot when you married her? Belinda is like Amanda. They are both leftovers I did not want," Jake says. Nick holds me back as I am about to hit Jake in the face.

Benedict knew what his father and brothers had tried to tell him, but he was afraid that he’d forget it all when he went to put it into practice. “Oh, good God. You and every man or male has been in this position. Don’t panic. If you’re worried about it, then you’ve taken the first step in the right direction.” Jake acted like an elder or teacher. Or that guy who gives advice to everyone in the bar. Friendly and knowledgeable from experience. Benedict frowned and cocked his head to the side in question. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

Stanley groaned, "He was just being a pervert and I got really jealous. He talked about things he could do to you that will make you scream......Please don't let me mention it." "Apart from him being a playboy, Jake is a really good person. I have no idea if he will ever settle down. I had wanted to make him Peanut's godfather but I still don't know." "You think he will corrupt peanut?" "I trust Jake, he won't corrupt Peanut. He can be very disciplined when he wants to and he can also be very playful too. I don't just know if he would be interested in being our baby's Godfather." "As I said, we don't see each other often but we keep in touch. So he knows about Rita, including when I broke up

I could not help but chuckle, "I think I do not make the cut." "What?" He gapes dramatically. "You are Lindy Swanepoel for god's sake. You had your own hashtag before with the help of many celebrities and you stood against bullying. You are an inspiration to the youth." I laugh softly, "Thank you, Jake. That is very sweet of you." I joked. He chuckles, "You are welcome. I just do not like how you think so little yourself." "I am no one, any way," I answered seriously with a weak smile on my face.

He said with a self-deprecating smile, "Do you think I'm very pitiful now?" "No." Rita shook her head and sat down beside his bed. She took the initiative to hold his hand and said in a choked voice, "Jake, I never thought you were weak and useless. On the contrary, you are shy and polite. You will help the weak without being known. You have a lot of advantages. I used to think that you were the most powerful person in the world." "Is that so?" Jake's smile suddenly became a little brilliant. His favorite girl was praising him like this. He felt that his life was worth it.

Alex said and sat down with his legs crossed to read the book beside him. “Fuck!" Jake yelled in frustration. “I would encourage you to utilize what little energy you have left to think about where you want to go from here because tonight may not go as planned,” Alex said while he concentrate on his book. But Jake hissed and turn to move away to sit in the opposite direction. "I have heard Peru is a pleasant place to be, or you might try Cuba; either of those would be suitable. Brazil is not a bad idea either, but you are not permitted to force ladies to love you.”

’ ‘I-‘ Jake ends the phone before Steve could stay a word. Quote for this episode: ‘’I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.”

Most of the guys were in class. The few who weren’t were either sleeping off hangovers or regretting life choices. Jake fell firmly into the second category. He sat at the kitchen table with a bottle of water pressed against his forehead. The man looked like he’d survived a natural disaster. “Rough morning?” Jake slowly lifted his head. His eyes looked dead. Completely dead. “I have made mistakes.” I laughed. “A few?” “A lot.” He pointed toward the ceiling. “If anyone ever offers me tequila again, tell them I’m deceased.”

"All the years you've been around, all the little things you did, from the meals you cooked, to the late-night conversations, and your smile in the morning, when I had my first cup of coffee. Just know this, you're not alone, okay?” “You're such a good guy.” "I'm not a good guy," Jake says pensively. “Why do you say you're not a good guy?” She asked, feeling confused. You've done so much good for me." Jake refused to respond right away. He stared straight ahead, jaw slightly tightening. “I'm not a good guy.” After repeating it, he revealed his thoughts. "Good guys don't do some of the things I've thought about doing with you, nor do they contemplate ways to prolong their time with a woman wh

he answered briefly, still with that intimidating stare that seemed like he could kill me at any moment. "I heard that site is very popular for making money." "Are you interested?" "N-no! I have a job and I don't have the courage to do something like that on camera." "Why don't you try it?" "Try it? I-I-" "But a pious woman like you probably wouldn't want to let your body be seen by many people. No one wants to look at someone boring!" Jake left me and returned to his seat. His words seemed to remind me that I probably deserved to be dumped. I'm too boring and in a world full of passion, people like me would only be a last resort.