(Grace Nolan is the heroine of 72 Hours. The following takes places between 12 and 1 am.)

Shan: You were a little more assertive during that love scene than I wanted.

Grace: I’m on an adrenaline rush from the gunfight. You expect me to close my eyes and think of England?

Shan: Why would you think of England? You’re from…where are you from?

Grace: Hellifino. New Jersey?

Shan: Jets fan?

Grace: Sure.

Shan: Then no. You’re from Kansas. And it wasn’t so much aggression in the bed as hostility. What’s up with that?

Grace: The bastard shot me, remember? On purpose.

Alex: See? Do one thing wrong, and women just nag and nag and nag for the rest of your damn life. He didn’t take the trash out. He leaves the seat up. He shot me on purpose. Yap yap yap.

Shan: Grace, put down the gun. And the other one. And the knife, too. See? Hostility.

Alex: I think it’s hot.

Shan: *beats head on desk*