Something's Gotta Give Quotes

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Voicemail #1: “Hi, Isabel Culpeper. I am lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling. I am mostly naked. I am thinking of … your mother. Call me.” Voicemail #2: The first minute and thirty seconds of “I’ve Gotta Get a Message to You” by the Bee Gees. Voicemail #3: “I’m bored. I need to be entertained. Sam is moping. I may kill him with his own guitar. It would give me something to do and also make him say something. Two birds with one stone! I find all these old expressions unnecessarily violent. Like, ring around the rosy. That’s about the plague, did you know? Of course you did. The plague is, like, your older cousin. Hey, does Sam talk to you? He says jack shit to me. God, I’m bored. Call me.” Voicemail #4: “Hotel California” by the Eagles, in its entirety, with every instance of the word California replaced with Minnesota. Voicemail #5: “Hi, this is Cole St. Clair. Want to know two true things? One, you’re never picking up this phone. Two, I’m never going to stop leaving long messages. It’s like therapy. Gotta talk to someone. Hey, you know what I figured out today? Victor’s dead. I figured it out yesterday, too. Every day I figure it out again. I don’t know what I’m doing here. I feel like there’s no one I can —” Voicemail #6: “So, yeah, I’m sorry. That last message went a little pear-shaped. You like that expression? Sam said it the other day. Hey, try this theory on for size: I think he’s a dead British housewife reincarnated into a Beatle’s body. You know, I used to know this band that put on fake British accents for their shows. Boy, did they suck, aside from being assholes. I can’t remember their name now. I’m either getting senile or I’ve done enough to my brain that stuff’s falling out. Not so fair of me to make this one-sided, is it? I’m always talking about myself in these things. So, how are you, Isabel Rosemary Culpeper? Smile lately? Hot Toddies. That was the name of the band. The Hot Toddies.” Voicemail #20: “I wish you’d answer.
Maggie Stiefvater (Forever (The Wolves of Mercy Falls, #3))
people fear sobriety because without booze, you’re forced to see Clockwork Orange style that you’re bad at relationships, and bad at vulnerability, and bad at honesty, and your rants about life’s injustices are generally not cute. and if you see all that you have to give up the dream that some brave soul is gonna show up and extend themselves to you even though your arms are crossed and your back is turned. you have to stop pretending and actually start earning your keep, it’s basic human math, you gotta bring something to the table, you can’t just show up empty-handed and expect to be fed.
Karen Kilgariff (Stay Sexy & Don't Get Murdered: The Definitive How-To Guide)
It’s something you will never understand, Lisara. Marrying a man’s daughter without asking, regardless of the reason, is a sign of fucking disrespect. I’m not trying to start off on the wrong foot, ’cause if we end up going the long haul, shit gotta be done right. I’d kill a nigga for marrying my baby and not telling me. I don’t give a fuck if he did it to get her out of a burning building. He better shoot me a text or some shit, prior.
Shvonne Latrice (The Marriage Favor (Crenshaw Kings Book 1))
I’m going to give you this little tidbit of advice: cool your jets. If you ever have something that no one else wants, you gotta ask yourself where the value is.
Elsie Silver (Flawless (Chestnut Springs, #1))