(The heroine and hero of DG3)
Shan to Carmen: You don’t have a…thing.
Carmen: That’s too bad, ’cause if I had a thing, this would be a male/male romance and you’d make more money.
Gallagher: Oh, hell no.
Shan: That’s not what thing I meant. I’m perfectly comfortable saying penis.
Gallagher: Not in the book, though, right? While you’re crashing, stabbing, shooting and exploding things, you could skip mentioning my penis.
Shan: There goes that shower scene.
Carmen: Shut up, John. Now what thing don’t I have?
Shan: You know, a thing. Grace’s thing was about balancing motherhood and her inner bad-ass self. Charlotte’s thing was about owning who she was and what she’d been, and what she’d sacrifice for love. You don’t have a thing.
Carmen: I thought the Sunday ham was my thing.
Shan: But I don’t know how to resolve the Sunday ham without one of you ‘losing’.
Gallagher: Now you’re losing pepole because they don’t know what the hell the Sunday ham is.
Carmen: It’s a ham you bake on Sunday.
Shan: Smartass. I just haven’t nailed you yet.
Gallagher: Dude, I’d read that book.
Shan: Forget it. You guys go blow up a building or something.
(ETA: In the time between writing this and now, I found her thing. FINALLY. All systems go.)