Where the frick are you?! I’ve been frickin’ driving all frickin’ around this stupid frickin’ city all frickin’ day trying to find the frickin’ hotel because apparently frickin’ Emily doesn’t know where the frick it is either.

A little sturdiness when superiors are much in the wrong sometimes occasions consideration. And there is truth in the old saying that if you make yourself a sheep, the wolves will eat you.

Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.

Pacifists are like sheep who believe that wolves are vegetarians.

He turned and narrowed his eyes at her. "There is a certain sort of girl who wants the wolf to eat out of her hand. If you are such, I'll warn you, she doesn't keep her fingers long."

Emily met his gaze " Some wolves can be tamed."

"Then we call them lapdogs, my dear- and you'll put no leash on me.

Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves