Moe Sizlack Quotes Novelas e Histórias

"You must have done it on purpose, right? You're jealous of Lizzy, right?" "No!" I argued desperately. "She added the peanut butter herself to slander me!" Slap!!! My cheeks were hot and my head was banging, when Moira slapped my cheek hard. She put her hands on her hips with a bright red face, while next to her Eva laughed sarcastically at me. "You are so mean," cursed Moira loudly. "You should be grateful that my son still recognizes you as his wife, even though you are completely useless. You can't even give him a child!"

“Now wait just a minute old man, I moved back home to help you! Lose a few brain cells recently, pop!?” “He’s right you know, Mick. Better quit while yer ahead there.” The retired lumberjack’s better half, Moe, quipped from the rim of her chilled beer glass just before gulping half of it down in one go. When the big boned brunette came up for air, she wiped foam from her upper lip with a giggle. “Let those kids be.”

“Shut up.” I burst into tears. “You can’t talk to me like that! I almost died and--” “Would have saved us all a lot of trouble,” Moth said. I glared at him. “Shut up, vampire! You don’t get to talk to me like that! I--”

SL: Oh yeah, of course, you were, haha PS: Yes :) SL: Ok :) OF: Oh man, this is awkward OF: It's not that hard to admit your feelings, you know MC: LMAOOOO WG: What the hell OF: What's so funny, Mia? WG: You never 'LMAOOOO' with me, Mia. How will you make up to me for my hurt feelings? MC: Shut up... WG: :) OF: I can't believe mobsters can sound so... PS: So? OF: Dumb and oblivious SL: Boss, reign this brat in before I do something drastic Ash: Why me of all people, should do that?

) Poor things will have a tough time getting rid of the ugly scars. Hickeys! They are called Hickey, you Eighth dropout. Oh, damn! I couldn't have known it, O'wise one. You wouldn't have known many things without me. Gah! I am not kidding, Liza. I challenge you to come up with a sorry speech. Oh, wait! Don't try. I will be sorry for your pathetic speech. Eh, I already have one.

Moore barks her judgments my way. "Shut up, mom, " Selah howls. "Excuse me?" Mrs. Moore snaps. "SHUT THE FUCK UP. You have no right, " Selah says. "Selah, I don't know who you think you are, but you have no place talking to me that way, " Mrs. Moore snaps. "I believe she does have the right. You don't know what you're talking about, " Aunt Tara comments.