of The Widowmaker…
Lydia: He can’t talk to me like that.
Me: Oh, don’t go trying that maidenly miss thing with me. I know your deep, dark secret, remember? So don’t expect me to believe that you’d be all up on your high horse because he said :censor:.
Lydia: No, he can’t talk to me like that because they don’t use that word here in 1879.
Jack: So what am I supposed to say? Come and touch the proof I ain’t gelded?
Me: You hush.
Jack: Come and kiss the jackrabbit between the ears?
Me: You are not helping.
Lydia: You know, if we had batteries in 1879, I’d just walk away.