That's it, cupcake. You're going down.
You're such a cupcake.
About that proposal, cupcake. . . " Morelli
Cupcake, your middle name is trouble.
What can I say? I've never met a cupcake I didn't want to get to know better.
You know," I told him,"if you don't know how to eat a cupcake, that's nothing to be ashamed of. " Now he did smile. "I know how to eat a cupcake. " "Sure you do. " "I do," he said. "I just don't want one of those. " "Yeah? Prove it.
New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani fired his wife, Donna Hanover, as official hostess of the mayor's mansion last weekend. He's got his own idea of what a hostess should be. He wants a little cupcake.
Morelli smiled. "It could have been Jenny Ragucci. That makes much more sense. I had good luck with sluts. " I looked over at him. All in the past," Morelli said. "I'm a cupcake man now. " Whoa, dude," Mooner said. "That's so, like, cosmic.
Sometimes in the midst of all your boy drama, you just need a cupcake.
Sometimes I see really skinny girls. They may look great, but. . . they're not happy. Have a cupcake.
You were joking about the whole please and thank you thing, right?" "Meant every word. " A little light danced in his eyes and he very deliberately said, "Baby. " No. He laughed. "You should see your face right now. " "Don't call me that. " "Would you prefer 'darling'? Or maybe 'cupcake'?" He winked.
There's such a buildup of crud in my oven, there's only room to bake a single cupcake.
