I__e come to accept the voices in my head_ I just wish they didn__ spit when they talk.

And when you're not partying in Vegas, what do you do?" she asked. "Prepare for your role as the next James Bond?""No, I don't work alone."She cocked her head as if trying to make sense of his words."I'm a SEAL in Uncle Sam's Navy. When I'm working, I have a team of guys who could kick James Bond's ass watching my back, covering my six at all times.

Close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades.

You look like you should be on a Wheaties box with this haircut.

Do you know how long I__e waited for you to look at me this way?_ She assumed he was teasing her. __hat are you talking about? You didn__ even like me for most of the time we__e known each other._ He bent his head before turning to go, his voice low and confident in her ear. __r maybe I__ just that good of an undercover agent.

Since you__e obviously in need of something to do, instead of shouting at me through this whole drill, isn__ there some tree you could fell with your bare hands, or a boulder somewhere that needs tossing?