Quotes Scrubs Novels & Stories

Go and give yourself a good scrubbing and don't come out until you're squeaky clean, you embarrassing piece of trash! I touched my collar and then my arms. "Okay. I understand." I turned, went into the bathroom, and locked the door behind me. I didn't run the bath or turn on the shower. Instead, I found a stainless steel scourer in the cabinet under the sink meant for heavy-duty cleaning. Since Dominic said I stank and reeked of the countryside, maybe I should just scrub all my skin off. Without it, I'd probably finally be clean, right? So, I grabbed the scourer tightly and began scrubbing my arms hard.

“And I need one.” “Gotcha.” Scars nodded at Cole, who was out the door in a flash, headed over to the club garage. “Something to drink?” “Water, please.” “Juice!” Cindy piped up. “Apple!” “Uhhhhh,” Scars said, at a loss. Satan’s didn’t run to juice, didn’t actually serve up much more than the hard stuff, and even though he was damn good and sure that Sam could use a shot, he had to get his niece something to drink. “No juice, babyface. Water?”

I reached out, catching Alaric’s eye before lifting my hand. “Wait,” I said softly. “That’s not how makeup works. It won’t come off by scrubbing his skin into oblivion. Grace gave me a withering look, but I ignored her. Instead, I leaned in and took my thumb, gently licking the tip, and used it to wipe away some of the glitter from his cheek. Alaric stiffened at the contact, but didn’t pull away. “There,” I murmured, removing some of the stubborn sparkles with another swipe of my thumb, “see? It’s coming off more easily now.”

I scrub‌bed. I scr‍ubbed with f​ury. I scrubbed l‌ike the plate was Marco’s face. I s⁠crubbed un​til the ceramic squeaked.⁠ "Hey!" the line⁠ co​ok s​houte⁠d. "We n‌ee‌d plates! Pick up t​he pace!" ‍"I am ens‍uring they are sanitary‌!" I shout​ed bac​k.​ "Just wash 'em, Einstein!"