Send one for my muse’s response. Feel free to change pronouns as needed.
“She’s a cute broad. When she’s not punching me in the face. Who is she?”
“I think you’re a man out for his own gain no matter who you’re charging.”
“How refreshing to meet someone who appreciates the finer things.”
“Then we may get hurt, there’ll be a spray of bullets.”
“Does anyone else feel a chill going up their knickers?”
“I used to strap a chair to my ass and take long walks around the neighborhood, too.”
“Your line of work requires support. People who care about your well-being, who’ll be there to stitch up your wounds.”
“He can be thoughtless. Inconsiderate. Vain. Childish. Unreliable. Arrogant.”
“Because unless I have your reports, your coffee, or your lunch, I am invisible.”
“It’s so hard getting straight answers out of people nowadays. Whatever happened to a nice cup of tea and a civilized interrogation?”
“Promise you’ll get the son of a bitch who did this. Say it!”
“You were trying to do something good, and I believe you accomplished it.”
“Well, that was a bit premature.”
“What? I hate small spaces. What if the chain snaps and I fall to my death?”
“I was angry. That doesn’t mean I want you to die.”
“You have one chip to trade on, fear, and fear is the one tool that little girls who grow up handcuffed to their beds learn. I however am not afraid of you.”
“I’d rather be the cowboy.”
“To you, I’m a stray kitten left on your doorstep to be protected. The secretary turned damsel in distress. The girl on the pedestal, transformed into some daft whore.”
“And I suppose the confession portrays me as what? A patsy? A doe-eyed idiot succumbed to the charms of America’s mustachioed Casanova?”
“The necklace is equipped with a tracking device so that I can monitor your location at all times. And if you attempt to move the beacon or break even one link in the chain, you will be injected with a neurotoxin which will kill you in 35 excruciatingly painful seconds.”
“I wonder if I might request a sick day.”
“I’m not here to make you talk. I’m here to make you sing.”
“I imagine strange women traipsing through the property isn’t a completely unusual occurrence.”
“If I allow people to get close to me, I’m putting them in danger.”
“How would you feel if we smashed that mirror with this table?”
“Darling, you have no idea.”
“Get the drop on them?” You’ve been in custody all of an hour, and you’re Jimmy Cagney.“
“Keep your eyes open.”
“I like it. I don’t think the audience is ready yet.”
“You weren’t really going to shoot me, were you?”
“Stop wahooing and help!”
“All of my inventions are in your lab.”
“Darling, you have no idea.”
“But they’re ready for a movie based on a comic book. Sounds like a dreadful idea.”
“For all I know, you did steal your inventions.”
“Comfortable back there?”
“Just another day at the office.”
“I figured you’d never have a problem finding a man.”
“My land lady gave me an idea.”
“What kind of thing is that? The alphabet? I can teach you. Let’s start with words beginning with "A”
“And one more thing… tip generously.”
“Technically, we don’t even know if it works. But, let’s face it. I invented it. So, it works.”
“You were happy out here, and then I came and mucked up your whole life.”
“Maybe I was just fooling myself.”
“Then why is your mustache so sad?”
“I’m just considering all the angles. It seems you have a lot of them.”
“I, however, am not afraid of you.”
“I could do with a hobby.”
“In polite society, one telephones ahead before trespassing.”
“I understand you’re not happy with your meal.”
“So, I’ve got two foreign agents with no voice boxes fighting over a milk truck full of experimental implosives.”
“I’m so sorry. Truly.”
“I have a terrible idea!”
“You’re new to espionage, aren’t you?”
“We’re still attached to a table.”
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