#PassionsInDeath
The way Eve and Peabody just work the interrogation room so effortlessly is a sight to behold. #InDeath #PassionsInDeath
March 1, 2026 at 6:53 PM
The world according to #EveDallas:
Chihuahua = “Rat Dog”
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February 22, 2026 at 5:51 PM
And with the murderer locked up, Eve Dallas goes home to drink a glass of wine with her husband Roarke, while the noble Galahad the Cat curls up in her lap. Thus ends #PassionsInDeath! #InDeath
March 1, 2026 at 7:28 PM
Mira: When you interview him, when you’re ready to, make him angry.
Eve: I have a knack for that.
Mira: You do. It’s a gift.
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February 27, 2026 at 5:31 PM
Eve (cont): You got black hair, they say black-haired. Who decided to make up a whole new word for brown hair?
Roarke: I believe it’s French.
Eve: Should’ve figured.
(2/2)
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February 21, 2026 at 5:58 PM
2 times. Slow and lazy. After watching an action vid. 🐇🐇
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February 25, 2026 at 5:40 PM
Eve: Ego’s blind.
Roarke: That’s generally love.
Eve: Works with ego, too.
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February 22, 2026 at 6:00 PM
Eve: If redheads are redheads, why aren’t people with brown hair brownheads? Why brunettes?
Roarke: A question for the ages.
Eve: People with blond hair are blonds, with an e on the end if female for some stupid reason.
(1/2)
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February 21, 2026 at 5:58 PM
One of the nearly naked servers sidled up, gave Roarke a crystal clear eye fuck.
“Just water, please. Still.”
“Whatever you want.” She purred it. “I’m at your service.”
“Jesus,” Eve muttered as she hip-rocked away. “I’m sitting right here.”
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February 21, 2026 at 5:54 PM
Eve: It’s nice, being married.
Mira: Yes, it is. The right life partner makes all the difference. Wasn’t it clever of both of us to choose so well?
Eve: I used to think I didn’t choose so much as tripped into it.
Mira: You don’t trip, Eve.
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February 27, 2026 at 10:29 PM
3 times. Smoothing at the edges of the day with some skinny dipping in the pool. 🐇🐇🐇
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February 28, 2026 at 5:36 PM
Eve’s extended rant on “predatory wildlife” — comedy gold. 😂😂😂😂
🦈🐍🐊🐅🐆🐘🦘🦏🦍🦁
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February 22, 2026 at 6:28 PM
Eve: I’m on my way to see a stripper.
Roarke: Anyone I know?
Eve: Just how many strippers are in your acquaintance?
Roarke: Who counts?
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February 21, 2026 at 5:19 PM
Eve: He’s right there to pick up deli meat and make her a sandwich.
Roarke: Is that a new euphemism?
Eve: No, that’s literal.
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February 22, 2026 at 6:03 PM
Eve (to Galahad): You know, you never freak when I come home with blood on my boots, with boots smelling like death. Because that’s the job.
(1/2)
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February 22, 2026 at 5:57 PM
1 time. Needing a distraction from a busy mind.
Eve: All right, ace, you’ve got a job to do.
Roarke: And I do love my work.
Gentle dreamy passion. 🐇
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February 22, 2026 at 6:07 PM
Eve (cont): Well, when I’m investigating, I sometimes run into somebody’s pet rat dog. And that’s the job, too. Found you on the job, didn’t I? The difference is, I brought you home.
(2/2)
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February 22, 2026 at 5:57 PM
Roarke: I don’t expect you to come across kangaroos or sharks and the rest, but see you take care of my cop nonetheless.
Eve: I’ll do that. Galahad’s enjoying the syrup still on the plates.
Roarke: Bloody hell. You distracted me.
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February 22, 2026 at 6:34 PM
Eve: Okay, grab the candy bar while you’re at it.
Peabody: You have candy in the AC? What kind?
Eve (suspicious): Shouldn’t you know that?
Peabody: I regret I did not, but I’m being careful about candy because loose pants.
Eve: Never mind the candy.
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February 24, 2026 at 12:15 AM
Peabody (about person of interest): I bet he’s pretty.
Eve: You’re going to drive me to kick your ass after all.
Peabody: Nope. My ass is now a moving target.
Eve: I’ve got really good aim.
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February 20, 2026 at 4:49 AM
Eve: I’m always in the mood to kick your ass. I’m not in the mood to be driven to do so by your drooling over light fixtures and table settings.
Peabody: That’s fair. And bonus? I can drool without fear.
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February 20, 2026 at 4:49 AM
Peabody: You don’t want to go to a home goods store with me?
Eve: If I go with you, you’ll drive me to kick your ass. I’m not in the mood.
Peabody: You’re not in the mood to kick my ass? It’s my lucky day.
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February 20, 2026 at 4:49 AM
Peabody: Maybe not all the parking lots in the city, but it’s a pretty good bet Roarke owns this building.
Eve: Yeah, another way he screws with my head. If he keeps it up, pretty soon I won’t be able to bitch at any doorman, desk clerk, or security guard.
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February 19, 2026 at 11:25 PM
Eve: Or maybe he has, and he’s messing with me. ‘Well now, Lieutenant, you had only to ask.’ Then he’d say something about how I actually own this one and that one, just to screw with my head. But no. Crap parking lots aren’t challenging enough for him to bother with.
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February 19, 2026 at 11:14 PM
Eve: Roarke should buy up all the parking lots in the entire city. He’d double his already ridiculous fortune.
Peabody: How do you know he hasn’t?
Eve: No. He’d do something like have the scanner read my plate. Wouldn’t he?
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February 19, 2026 at 11:14 PM