(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.

Gallagher: Shit.

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.

:bang:

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.)