Adam: You know, I reckon there are a lot of women out there a sight more agreeable than Rebecca over there.

Becky: It’s Miss Becky, you horse’s ass.

Adam: Like hell it is!

Adam: *dodges shoe*

Shan: Rebecca—*ducks*—Becky, I really need you to confess your undying love for Adam now.

Becky: To quote the eloquent ass in question, like hell I will!

Shan: Look, I know it’s difficult for you two because I write scenes out of order, but—

Adam: Difficult? Damnation, woman, you had us bouncin’ the bedsprings before we’d even had a decent conversation, then I was shooting people—which I don’t mind, as a rule—but I didn’t even make their acquaintance until after I killed them. I don’t know why y’all go on about the rum, but I can sure as shootin’ tell you why the whiskey’s gone.

Shan: Keep whining and I’ll pull a Danielle Steel and kill you off, then Rebecca—*ducks*—Becky can bounce the bedsprings with somebody else.

Adam: Like hell she can!

Shan: See, he loves you. If you could just admit you love him, too, I can go make lunch.

Becky: *hardheaded silence*

Shan: *sigh I’m going to see if the tall kid’s done with HP7 yet. It’s not too late to make you guys dead bodies in the next DG book, you know.