(AKA: current Devlin Group pain in the ass)
Gallagher: Miss me, babe?
Me: Oh yes, ever so desperately.
Gallagher: Even though you’re working on other stuff, you’ve been thinking about me a lot lately. Makes me all hot and bothered.
Me: Back the ego truck up. See, the shipwreck part isn’t enough to carry the whole book. It needs to fall within a bigger plot.
Gallagher: Shipwrecked? I thought the plane crashed.
Me: It does, but jetwrecked doesn’t do it for me, so I call it shipwrecked in my head.
Gallagher: In your head is the only thing on the planet that scares me. Other than telling Charlotte we totaled the Bombardier.
Me: Tony can break it to her. We have bigger problems, like finding you a plot.
Me: No Sally shit. Making a post-it note of that.
Gallagher: I’m serious. I wanna blow some shit up.
Me: You get to blow some shit up, don’t worry. And you get to have sex and kill people. Plenty of manhood proving.
Gallagher: I don’t need to prove my manhood. Which is throbbing, by the way.
Me: Tell it to Carmen. Oh wait, you won’t tell her how you feel, will you? Sally.
Gallagher: Hey, babe, I’m a bad-ass.
Me: Yeah? Well, prove it, babe.