Heck Tate Quotes

I was more at home in my father's world. People like Mr. Heck Tate did not trap you with innocent questions to make fun of you; even Jem was not highly critical unless you said something stupid. Ladies seemed to live in faint horror of men, seemed unwilling to approve wholeheartedly of them. But I liked them. There was something about them, no matter how much they cussed and drank and gambled and chewed; no matter how undelectable they were, there was something about them that I instinctively liked... they weren't— "Hypocrites, Mrs. Perkins, born hypocrites," Mrs. Merriweather was saying.

I may not be much, Mr. Finch, but I'm still sheriff of Maycomb County, and Bob Ewell fell on his knife.

Deje que los muertos entierren a los muertos. (Heck Tate)

Take him, Mr. Finch.” Mr. Tate handed the rifle to Atticus; Jem and I nearly fainted. “Don’t waste time, Heck,” said Atticus.

Không còn nghi ngờ về điều ấy, tôi phải nhanh chóng bước vào thế giới này, nơi mà ở ngoài mặt là các bà thơm tho ngồi đu đưa từ tốn, phe phẩy quạt, uống nước mát. Nhưng tôi quen thuộc và thoải mái hơn trong thế giới của bố tôi. Những người giống ông Heck Tate không bẫy ta bằng những câu hỏi vô hại để giễu cợt ta; ngay cả Jem cũng không chê bai gì nhiều trừ khi ta nói điều gì đó ngốc nghếch.

He oughta be here by now,” said Calpurnia, pointing down the street. “Not runnin’, is he?” asked Mr. Tate. “Naw sir, he’s in the twitchin’ stage, Mr. Heck.” “Should we go after him, Heck?” asked Atticus. “We better wait, Mr. Finch. They usually go in a straight line, but you never can tell. He might follow the curve—hope he does or he’ll go straight in the Radley back yard. Let’s wait a minute.

See there, Heck? Thank you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t want my boy starting out with something like this over his head. Best way to clear the air is to have it all out in the open. Let the county come and bring sandwiches. I don’t want him growing up with a whisper about him, I don’t want anybody saying, ‘Jem Finch . . . his daddy paid a mint to get him out of that.’ Sooner we get this over with the better.” “Mr. Finch,” Mr. Tate said stolidly, “Bob Ewell fell on his knife. He killed himself.

Thank goodness the machines were basic rather than those intimidating front loader types with space-age digital displays. A few years ago, when Bernice had to replace her old washing machine, she'd had a heck of a time finding something with regular, uncomplicated knobs. In her opinion, the more bells and whistles, the sooner it would break.

I was anything but his delicate flower. He knew my limits, and he damn well pushed them. Every. Fucking. Time. "Oh, shit," I gasped when his thick fingers plunged into my pussy and his thumb teased at my ass. His mouth was sealed over my clit, sucking and flicking it like he was determined to make me lose my freaking mind. Ah heck, who was I fooling? I'd already lost my goddamn mind. My panting moans escalated as his fingers fucked me and his mouth worked me over. I held his short hair in a punishing grip, my hips bucking up off the bed as my orgasm took over.

What the heck is wrong with you?" she demanded, her little hands curled into fists as she glared down at him. "Why didn't you fight back? You could have killed him, and you know it!" Archer just rolled onto his back, groaning as he laughed. "It's hilarious that you can't curse, Princess.

You're making tarte à la bouille as an angel food cake?" Ah. He got it. And, if I wasn't mistaken, he was impressed. Or maybe he was just confused. I felt pretty gratified, either way. I flipped my wrist to remove his hand and then went about my business. "Have you read To Kill a Mockingbird, Chef Cavanagh?" "Yes. Of course I have." "So you remember when Heck Tate told Atticus that they should keep the secret, about Boo Radley saving the kids. He told him that if the people of the town found out, they'd all use their appreciation as an excuse to meddle in Boo's life." I finished pouring my mix into the pan and then looked at him- probably a little more pleased with myself than good manners allowed for. "They'd all be showing up at Boo's door with angel food cake.