Joey Lynch Quotes

If drugs were to Joey Lynch what Claire Biggs was to me, then there was no amount of rehab that could sway me to kick the habit. Because she was the habit of my lifetime.

Long after his mother was lowered into the ground, and the other Lynch children had dispersed, Joey continued to stand vigil, still trying to protect her, even in death.

You've got a beautiful mind, Joey Lynch, and a beautiful heart. You can beat this. You just have to want to.

You’re a diamond, Joey Lynch.” Cupping his face between my hands, I leaned in and kissed him tenderly. “You’re one in a million.

I see you, Joey Lynch.” She stroked her nose against his and whispered, “You can’t hide from me.” His hand shot out then, moving straight to her abdomen.

She blew out a shaky breath and nodded. “Oh, I’ve been sold on you for a long time now, Joey Lynch.

Queen. So, do you have a name, boy-who-can-think-for-himself? You're my favorite friend, with my favorite everything. If I had a packet of Rolos right now, I'd give you my last one. Don't worry, Peter Pan. I'll be your Wendy. It's okay. Just concentrate on us. I love you, Joey Lynch. Ride or die, Joe.

If drugs were to Joey Lynch what Claire Biggs was to me, then there was no amount of rehab that could sway me to kick the habit. Because she was the habit of my lifetime.” - Gibsie

If I could sew this girl to my skin without causing her an ounce of harm, then I would do it in a heartbeat. That’s how vital she was to my life. How essential she was to my existence. If drugs were to Joey Lynch what Claire Biggs was to me, then there was no amount of rehab that could sway me to kick the habit. Because she was the habit of my lifetime.

Ah, but Paul Rice was never Joey Lynch, was he?” That’s for damn sure.

Says the pot to the kettle,” Lizzie countered. “So, what’s it going to be, Joey Lynch? Are we dying tonight, or are we living?

Enough,” my father barked, glowering across the table at Joey’s father. “I don’t know how things work in your house, Lynch, but you’re in my house now, and you will keep your tone in check.” Whoa.

said that’s enough, Kevin,” Mam shouted, coming to stand between us. “I don’t care how surprised or upset you are, don’t you ever speak to your sister—or any woman, for that matter—like that again. You were raised, not dragged up.” “Yeah, and so was she,” he countered defensively. “But apparently only one of us got the memo.” “That’s not fair,” Mam replied, tone thick with emotion. “You don’t understand what your sister is going through.” “No, because I actually happen to possess a brain between my ears,” he agreed, furious. “Unlike this idiot.” “Kevin!” “Jesus, I always knew you weren’t the brightest crayon in the box, but this?” my brother accused, eyes narrowed in challenge. “Getting pregnant while you’re still in school? Off a fucking scumbag like Joey Lynch? Wow, talk about scraping the barrel by mixing your genes with his. That poor fucking kid’s going to come out with a cocaine habit and the IQ of a gummy bear!

No, love, you didn’t,” she replied, reaching across the console to ruffle my hair affectionately. “Because Aoife is in no way similar to your mother, and you, my big-hearted boy, don’t have a Teddy Lynch bone in your body.” “I already told you that I’m not interested in any of this,” I reminded her, squirming in discomfort when she squeezed my cheek. “I’m not your boy.” “And I already told you that we’re keeping you.” She chuckled. “Finders keepers, Joey love. You’re mine now.” Jesus.

Oh, I’ve been sold on you for a long time now, Joey Lynch.

Shannon Lynch?” I called out, ignoring the rest of her fucked-up family. “I love you back.” Sniffling, she lifted her chin from Joey’s chest and looked at me all red-eyed and blotchy. “S-still?” “Still.” I nodded in confirmation. “Like, a crazy fucking amount.

So, what's it going to be Joey Lynch? Are we dying tonight, or are we living?

Joey Lynch and Aoife Molloy: both full of flaws and humanly imperfect and yet so undeniably perfect for each other.

So, what’s it going to be, Joey Lynch? Are we dying tonight, or are we living?

I was instantly converted and decided that weed was for me

him. He pulled his hood up, concealing his face, and stepped into the night. “I’ll be seeing ya, Molloy.” “Yeah, Joey Lynch.” I blew out a shaky breath. “You will.

Like what you see?” “What?” She grinned shamelessly. “I always check the product before I make any purchases.” “And?” She blew out a shaky breath and nodded. “Oh, I’ve been sold on you for a long time now, Joey Lynch.