Jack Clayton Quotes & Sayings

Hey, if you're going to say what I think you're going to say ... wait, are you going to say it?" he asked, smiling down at me.
"Yes, yes I think so." I grinned shyly back.
"Well, then I think we should say it at the same time, yes?" he suggested.
"Count of three?" I asked. He nodded.
"One ... " I started.
"Two ... " he said, eyes twinkling.
"Three," we said together. We both paused, smiling hugely, and then I took a deep breath.
"Jack, I love you."
"I know," he said at the same time.
Ass ...
"Ass!" I said, smacking him on the arm.
"That was great!" he laughed. — Alice Clayton

Yeah, she's right here. She's in the shower, in fact ... Oh, Jack! I told Grace the funniest joke about the British invading her hoo - Wait, what? ... Hold on ... Grace, Jack would like you to know that he has seen the pictures and he thinks you were pointing that shrimp at him far too aggressively ... No, she isn't acknowledging you. She's now banging her head against the shower tiles ... Oops, now she's glaring at me ... she's turning off the shower, Jack ... she's coming towards me ... she's naked, Jack ... and angry ... she's naked and angry, Jack ... you would probably love angry, naked Grace. It's something to see. She's hitting me, Jack ... I think she's going to take the phone away from ... — Alice Clayton

What time was that email sent?" I asked, with my own cocky grin beginning to form across my face. Sara clicked around a few times and then said, "Two-oh-seven a.m." "Shit," Jack said quietyly while I laughed aloud. "I knew it! Your are so busted, Hamilton!" I cried. I was teasing him, but inwardly I was dancing like an imbecile. — Alice Clayton

I assigned him to help me trim the Brussels sprouts, but instead he kept trying to throw them away when he thought I wasn't looking.
Brussels sprouts, Grace, really? These are our friends. Why are you doing this to them? — Alice Clayton

It's always the accent that drives you American women crazy. I'd no idea you fancied it, too ... " he trailed off.
"Oooh, fancied it. Say more like that," I begged, smiling into the pillow.
"Like what, Grace?"
"Talk British to me," I whispered, only half joking.
"Dustbins."
"More," I encouraged.
"Crumpets."
"More!" I demanded.
"Knickers."
If I could hear Jack Hamilton say a second word for the rest of my life, it would be knickers.
"Say put another shrimp on the barbie!" I cried.
"Grace, that's Australian," he chided.
"Say it!"
"Fine. Put another shrimp on the barbie. Bloody hell," he muttered.
"Aaaahhhhhhh!" I screamed into the phone. — Alice Clayton

So if you think for a second I'm going to let you end this without giving me a legitimate reason, you are truly crazier than I thought. I'm in this thing with you, a willing participant, and you can't decide for both of us. Not anymore. — Alice Clayton

It's like kissing a Jack 'o' Lantern. What's with the grin? — Alice Clayton