Red Hair and a lot of Flair Quotes

“I watch as she quickly grabs her dress and then suddenly pulls off my t-shirt, leaving her standing in her underwear.
Shit! What the hell?
A bit of warning would have been nice.
What is she thinking stripping off in front of someone she thinks she doesn’t know?
Wait.
Damn, she looks hot.
Shit.
Stop staring!
Look away!
Look away or she’ll think you’re a creep!”
― J.C. McClean, Red Hair and a lot of Flair

“Damn, the girl is all red hair and a whole lot of flair!”
― J.C. McClean, Red Hair and a lot of Flair

“Shit. Is this a good idea?
I’m a lawyer for Christ’s sake.
I look at Lorelai and she looks so happy that I don’t care anymore.
Screw it! If she wants to vandalise this prick’s car, I’m game.
I can come up with an alibi for us both later …”
― J.C. McClean, Red Hair and a lot of Flair

“Lorelai pulls me in closer and I feel her hair brush the side of my face.
Huh, she smells like bubblegum and oranges.
Wait. What the hell?
Oh great! I’m actually sniffing her hair now.
Yeah, that’s not super creepy at all!
Time to dial back the crazy.
It would be wrong to make a move, remember?
The song ends and suddenly The Ronettes’ ‘Be My Baby’ starts to play.
“Ah! I loooove thissss!” Lorelai declares as she grabs me and starts gyrating up and down.
It’s wrong to make a move. It’s wrong to make a move. It’s wrong to make a move.
Oh God …”
― J.C. McClean, Red Hair and a lot of Flair

“I eye the karaoke machine in alarm.
Shit. I’m going to need a shot.
“Let’s do Ssssummer Nightsssss! I jusssst love Greasssse!”
Scratch that … I’m going to need a shitload of alcohol before I even think about singing!
I turn to Mavis. “Give me everything you’ve got. If I’m going to sing a ‘Grease’ song, I’m not going to do it sober!”
― J.C. McClean, Red Hair and a lot of Flair

“Crap. What do I say?
“Hi, I followed you here.”
Yeah, that’s not super creepy and stalkerish at all.
Nope, time for plan B.”
― J.C. McClean, Red Hair and a lot of Flair

“I throw him a smile and pull on my suit jacket and then my hat. “Come on, what would you do?”
He pauses for a moment and then lets out a low chuckle.
“Just go. Maybe you two can sing in the rain Frank!” he jests, eyeballing my fedora.
I throw him a sly smirk. “You may be the better looking brother Kyle, but you know I’m the one with the killer style!”
― J.C. McClean, Red Hair and a lot of Flair