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“Fuck him."

Feeney made a sound like a man who'd been pinched. "Christ Jesus, Dallas, you're in St. Pat's."

"If God's going to make little weasels like him, she's going to have to listen to complaints.”
― J.D. Robb, Glory in Death

“I'm programming us a couple of spinach smoothies"

"I'll pass. For the rest of my natural life."

"Just what you need," he insisted, tapped buttons manually. And came out with two cups of coffee.”
― J.D. Robb, Obsession in Death

“Stupid son of a bitch"

His droopy eyes went huge. "What did you say to me?"

"You heard me. You're too tight-assed. To stubborn, too stupid to put your feelings aside. I can't afford to lose a key member at this stage of the investigation. You know that, so don't come in here and tell me I've got cause to boot you."

"You're the one who's going to get a boot, right straight up your ass."

"You couldn't take me ten years ago," she shot back, "you sure as hell can't take me now."

"Want to test that out, kid?”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death

“There's nobody on the job, nobody with a badge I respect more than you." - Eve

"You never were a rookie," he told her in a voice roughened with emotion. "So I saw good, solid cop the minute I laid eyes on you. I gave you a hell of a foundation, kid, a lot of seasoning and pushed you hard because I knew you could take it. You put yourself here. And I'm proud." - Feeney”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death