Mhm Quotes

And your skin is like honey. I wonder how you taste." Bitter and tired. "Mhm.

Look down, your grace," said Skimmer. "Mhm, mhm." Vimes realized he could feel the faintest prick of a knife blade on his stomach. "Look down further," he said. Inigo looked down. He swallowed. Vimes had a knife, too. "You really are no gentleman, then," he said. "Make a sudden move and neither are you," said Vimes.

I can make some calls. There is a guy. Dagfinn Heyerdahl. He used to be with Norse Heritage Foundation." Norse Heritage Foundation wasn't so much about heritage as it was about viking, in the most cliché sense of the world. They drank huge quantities of beer, they brawled, and they wore horned helmets despite all historical evidence to the contrary. "Used to be?" Curran asked. "They kicked him out for being drunk and violent." Curran blinked. "The Norse Heritage?" "Mhm." "Don't you have to be drunk and violent just to get in?" he asked. "Just how disorderly did he get?

Mhm, Kate, the chief of security. Sexy. Who better to guard my body than the woman who owns is?” “Curran, I will punch you.” “Rough play.” Curran pretended to shiver in excitement

„Chceš zazpívat něco na dobrou noc?“ „M-hm,“ zamručela jsem, příliš unavená na dobrou noc. „Kláro, jak to s tebou vypadá, od půl devátý do – Au! Dobře, už mlčím.“ Loktem do žaludku se to vypíná, to si musím zapamatovat.

Mhm, Kate, the chief of security. Sexy. Who better to guard my body than the woman who owns it?” “Curran, I will punch you.” “Rough play.” Curran pretended to shiver in excitement.

Did you see the mailman while doing your rounds yesterday?" Curran's face turned carefully blank. "Yes, I did." "Did you do anything to scare him?" "I was perfectly friendly." "Mhm." Please continue with your nice story. Non-judgemental. "He was putting things into the mailbox. I was passing by and I said, 'Hello, nice night.' And then I smiled. He jumped into his truck and slammed the door." "Rude!" Julie volunteered. "I let it pass," Curran said. "We're new to the neighborhood." The former Beast Lord, a kind and magnanimous neighbor. "So you sneaked up behind him, startled him by speaking, and when he turned around and saw a six-hundred pound talking lion, you showed him your teeth?" "I don't think that's what happened," Curran said. "That's exactly what happened, Your Furriness." I laughed.

Is it morning?" he mumbled. "Mhm," said Gaunt. "Appalling development," said Ellwood into his pillow.

Everyone can see us,” I whisper. “Mhm.” He pulls me into a hug and presses his mouth to my temple in a sweet kiss.

Well, you know what I always say.” I smirk. “When you’re here, you’re family.” “That’s Olive Garden,” he chortles. “Mhm, and you can eat my breadstick and toss my salad as much as you want.

You just hung up on my boss,” I said. “He was talking in circles. He’ll get over it.” “You know what your problem is? ‘You’ as in Primes, in general?” “I think you’re about to tell me.” Mad Rogan leaned forward with rapt attention. “Your problem is that nobody ever tells you no. You think you can do whatever you want, enter wherever you want . . .” “Seduce whoever we want.” He grinned, a wicked, wolfish smile. Oh no, we are not veering off the highway onto that road. “You play with people’s lives. When cops show up, you wave your hand and make them go away. Because you are Primes and the rest of us are, apparently, nothing.” “Mhm,” he said. “The irony of this is so rich, it’s simply delicious.” “I don’t see what’s so ironic about it.” “I’d tell you, but it would ruin the fun.” “Could you be more smug?” He leaned on his elbow. “Possibly. I see you liked the flowers.” I got a sudden urge to set the carnations on fire. “They are gorgeous. It’s not their fault you brought them.

You do remember the lessons, however. Rome—corrupt, rich, and disorganized, a republic that ruled the world yet couldn’t rule itself. Its senators fighting for power in vicious political squabbles; the policies of compromise forgotten in favor of personal gain. Its armies pledging their loyalty to their generals rather than to the republic they were meant to serve. Its population torn between the Optimates, supporting the traditional rule, and the Populares, playing for the favor of the unwashed mass of plebs. Mob violence, treachery, murder.” “Mhm.

Regardless, even grown women need some looking after,” he whispered and his head moved closer. “Do they?” she mumbled. “Mhm.” She felt the vibrations of his voice run over her. “You should try it sometime.” Her brows came down in confusion. “Try what?” “Let someone take care of you.

His eyes told me he understood. This could be the last time we spoke to each other. “I’m sorry about our fight.” “I forgive you,” I told him, and sliced through the first line. The keris severed it in one short cut. It blinked and vanished. “You just don’t understand what it’s like not to be pretty. It’s because you’ve always been hot.” He coughed. “Hot?” “Mhm.” “Have you ever looked at me?” “I have. I look at you all the time, Jim.” I severed the second line. It disappeared. A shudder ran through Jim’s body. His legs trembled. “About Indonesian,” Jim said. “I learned it so I could talk to you.

Mhm. That’s what I thought. You want my advice? Hold out for a guy who wants to TI-83 you all night long.

Mhm, yeah it happen that's a fact... is it matter of time or not!?

Mhm,” he hummed as she lightly squirted. “There you go. You got all this built-up tension and need a nigga to drain you of it.

I’m going to teach you how to be nice.” “I’m sure there are plenty of things you can teach me, Nathan, but being nice isn’t one of them. I’m a delight.” “Mhm. I think ‘delight’ might be a stretch.

A’ight, Love.” “Why do you call me that?” “What? Love?” She nodded her head and rubbed up and down his stomach. “Mhm.” “’Cause that’s what you are,” he replied with ease. “That’s what you feel like.

I’m not as perfect as you think, sweetheart!” He laughed, shaking his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh yeah? Show me one defect, Brooks,” Ava challenged, grinning as he sat upright. “Alright, see this tooth?” He pointed to one of his incisors. “Fake. Lost it tryna impress a girl at college.” “What, like in a fight?” Ava’s eyes widened like a drama-thirsty vampire. “No…more like me tryna bust open a beer cap with my tooth and then, pop!” “Oh my God, that is tragic!” she squealed, her hand covering her mouth as she burst out laughing so hard that gentle snorts left her nostrils. “You’re a closet dork!” “Yeah, well, never judge a book by its cover!” Nate laughed with her. “Mhm, a very tall, dark, and sexy book at that!

Winter's coming in the air tonight Feel it blowing off the park But that don't mean that we can't take a ride 60 miles to Seaside Heights I do the same old thing again, because it don't feel old There's no need to reinvent, you’re sensational Poetry in motion, swinging with your saxophone in the rain What's this devotion? I've never felt love, not from pain Bodies or oceans, you fill mine up with your right rain Because you're like, poetry in motion Sippin' on your martini in the band What’s this devotion? You really seem like a good man Bodies or oceans, I cling to you like your mainland Winter's coming in the air tonight Feel it blowin' off the park But that don't mean that we can't take a ride 60 miles to Seaside Heights I want the same old thing again, 'cause it don't feel old That there's no need to reinvent you, you're sensational You're poetry in motion, swinging with your saxophone in the rain What's this devotion? I never felt love, not from pain Bodies or oceans, you lift mine up with your right rain Because you're like poetry in motion Sippin' on your martini in the band What’s this devotion? You really feel like a good man Bodies or oceans, mhm On the cover of life is a picture of a man Just like she's alive again, and everyone Doesn't matter if you're a One, two, three Because you're like poetry in motion Swinging with your saxophone in the bar What's this devotion? Built with metal and with guitar Bodies or oceans, wash over all my scars, Because you're like poetry in motion Swingin' with your martini in the band What's this emotion? You really seem like a good man Bodies or oceans, I cling to you like your mainland

He decided to yank her tail. “Delicious.” “Seriously?” “Mhm. Later on I’ll come back here and eat all of the deer babies. I’ll be big and fat.” No werewolf or human hunter would kill a pregnant doe or a doe with fawns. Do that often enough, and you risked your food supply. Then come winter, where would you be? “If this is you trying to be funny, stop.” He grinned at her. “You wanted jokes.” “What kind of a joke is that?” “Wolf kind.” “You really need a girlfriend.” Not that again.

Did you see the mailman while doing your rounds yesterday?” I asked. Curran’s face turned carefully blank. “Yes, I did.” “Did you do anything to scare him?” “I was perfectly friendly.” “Mhm.” Please continue with your nice story. Nonjudgmental. “He was putting things into the mailbox. I was passing by and I said, ‘Hello, nice night.’ And then I smiled. He jumped into his truck and slammed the door.” “Rude!” Julie volunteered. “I let it pass,” Curran said. “We’re new to the neighborhood.

I hate you,” I told Curran. He chuckled. “You’d hate me more if Jim quit. We’d have to find a replacement. I don’t trust that many people. Just think how much more shit you’d have to put up with.” “Don’t,” I warned him. “Mhm, Kate, the chief of security. Sexy. Who better to guard my body than the woman who owns it?” “Curran, I will punch you.” “Rough play.” Curran pretended to shiver in excitement.

Mhm. It’s water and sake, half and half. Bring it to a boil and add mirin and sugar . . . Katsuo is overkill, so I go with konbu. Then I finish it off with a little barley miso.

I fought a grin and nodded. “Mhm. I’m still so young, you know? What if some hot stud comes along and sweeps me off my feet?” “If you wish to be swept off your feet, I can always throw your ass over my shoulder and fly away.” Finally, I caved, and my smile surfaced. “At least let me put on some pants first.

Dwójka prawników kręciła się między nowościami, ale na wszystkie Joanna patrzyła z rezerwą. - Sama nie wiem, Zordon. Oryński uznał, że najlepszym rozwiązaniem będzie powściągliwość w podejmowaniu tematu. - Iks piątka wyglądała jak czołg - dodała Chyłka, drapiąc się po karku. - I to mi się podobało. Dobrze się czułam. Jak piątka pancerna. Kordian nadal nic nie odpowiadał. - Iks szóstka jest jakaś taka... bardziej zaokrąglona. - Mhm. - Nie zeby mniej agresywna, ale ma te wszystkie elementy, które... sama nie wiem... Oryński pokiwał głową. - Dodają jej pewnej gracji - dokończyła po chwili Chyłka. - A ja lubię surowość.

- Przychodzę tutaj z dobrej woli. - Raczej z troski. - Też. Troszczę się o Rzeczpospolitą i Naród. - Miałem na myśli raczej to, że masz na względzie twoje własne zdrowie psychiczne. - Mhm - mruknęła. - Nie, nie - zaoponował Oryński. - O nie nikt już się nie martwi. Wszyscy, z Chyłką włącznie, dawno spisaliśmy je na straty.

If we walk in there, they’ll shoot us. They won’t hesitate—they’ll do it on instinct. It’s second nature to them, a reflex, like stopping before a red light.” “Mhm.” It’s good that he was here to explain it to me. I would’ve never figured it out on my own.

...Mhm... yeah I know you fucking prick.

Not even some toast? A piece of fruit? These oranges are fresh from Klatch, I really can recommend them.’ Vimes tossed one at the man. It bounced off his arm, and Skimmer took a step backwards, mildly appalled at the upper class’s habit of fruit-hurling. ‘Are you all right, sir? Mhm-mhm?’ ‘Sorry about that,’ said Vimes. ‘I was carried away by fruit.

Cenę za to płaciła Lisbet. Erik nie odpowiedział. Wpatrywał się w ekran komputera, jakby myślami był zupełnie gdzie indziej. – Koniecznie musiałeś mnie tu ściągać dzisiaj? – powtórzył Kenneth. – W niedzielę? To naprawdę nie mogło poczekać do jutra? Erik powoli odwrócił się od ekranu. – Rozumiem twoją sytuację osobistą – powiedział w końcu. – Ale jeśli nie uporządkujemy ofert, które mamy do przedstawienia w tym tygodniu, równie dobrze możemy zamknąć firmę. Wszyscy musimy być gotowi do pewnych poświęceń. Kenneth był ciekaw, jakie to poświęcenia Erik jest gotów ponosić. Sprawa nie była aż tak pilna, jak sugerował. Papiery można by z powodzeniem uporządkować jutro, a stwierdzenie, że od tego zależy byt firmy, było grubą przesadą. Erik prawdopodobnie potrzebował pretekstu, żeby wyjść z domu, ale po co ściągał jego? Pewnie dlatego, że mógł. Wzięli się do pracy. Milczeli. Biuro zajmowało jeden duży pokój, nie dało się zamknąć drzwi, żeby nie mieć towarzystwa. Kenneth spoglądał ukradkiem na Erika. Coś się w jego wyglądzie zmieniło, chociaż nie umiałby powiedzieć co. Wydawał się jakiś niewyraźny. Z całą pewnością zmęczony. Fryzura nie tak perfekcyjna jak zwykle, koszula trochę pognieciona. Niepodobny do siebie. Chciał spytać, czy w domu wszystko w porządku, ale zrezygnował. Zamiast tego, siląc się na spokój, spytał: – Czytałeś wczoraj o Christianie? Erik drgnął. – Tak. – Ale heca. Grozi mu jakiś świr. – Kenneth powiedział to obojętnym, niemal niefrasobliwym tonem, chociaż serce waliło mu w piersi. – Mhm… – Erik nie odrywał wzroku od ekranu, ale nie dotknął ani klawiszy, ani myszki. – Czy Christian coś ci o tym mówił? – Miał uczucie, jakby się powstrzymał od zdrapania strupa. Podobnie jak Erik nie chciał o tym rozmawiać, a jednak nie mógł się pohamować. – Mówił ci? – Nie, nie mówił mi o żadnych pogróżkach – odparł Erik, grzebiąc w papierach leżących na biurku. – Był bardzo zajęty książką, nie spotykaliśmy się zbyt często. Zresztą może chciał zachować to dla siebie. – Czy nie powinien zgłosić tego na policję? – Skąd wiesz, czy tego nie zrobił? – Erik nadal przewracał papiery. – To prawda… – Kenneth umilkł. – Ale co może policja, skoro to anonimy? Chodzi mi o to, że nadawcą może być jakiś szaleniec. – A skąd ja mam to wiedzieć? – odparł Erik i zaklął, bo skaleczył się papierem w palec. – Cholera jasna. – Zaczął ssać palec. – Myślisz, że to poważne pogróżki? Erik westchnął. – Po co to roztrząsać? Przecież powiedziałem, że nie mam pojęcia. – Podniósł nieco głos i zachrypł. Kenneth spojrzał na niego ze zdziwieniem. Erik naprawdę nie był sobą. Czy na pewno chodzi o firmę? Nie ufał mu. Może zrobił coś głupiego? Odsunął od siebie tę myśl. Był dobrze zorientowany w sprawach firmy i z pewnością by zauważył, gdyby Erik popełnił jakieś szaleństwo. Pewnie chodzi o Louise. To prawdziwy cud, że jeszcze są razem. Wszyscy byli zdania, że obojgu wyszłoby na zdrowie, gdyby powiedzieli sobie do widzenia i rozeszli się każde w swoją stronę. No, ale to nie jego sprawa. Zresztą ma dość własnych zmartwień. Kliknął w plik Excela z miesięcznym sprawozdaniem. Ale myślami był zupełnie gdzie indziej.

— Cóż, Vincencie, śmiem twierdzić, że między naszymi siostrami zaszło jedynie drobne nieporozumienie. — Mhm, najwyraźniej — zgodził się sztywno Vince. — Grace? — Ależ miałem ochotę ją uszczypnąć. — Spieprzaj — warknęła do Hailie Monet, której błyskawicznie nastroszyły się brwi. Uszypnąłem. A zaraz potem zmusiłem się do uśmiechu. — Grace miała na myśli, że bardzo jej przykro w związku z zaistniałą sytuacją — przetłumaczyłem jej słowa. — Sama spieprzaj — brzmiała odpowiedź. — Hailie również przeprasza — odparł za nią Vincent i prawie się uśmiechnąłem, bo cieszyłem się, że obaj dobrze się rozumiemy.

What you´re smiling about?” He asks sensing. “You ate strawberries.” I whisper. “Mhm. I did.” He hums. “Want some?” He teases, and my heart makes somersaults, and I nod. His lips brush mine and then he kisses me. Drowning me with sweetness.

Mhm. Sounds good. Have the day God wants you to have, Jacobi. Oh, thanks for the dick too. I really needed the sleep, buddy.