“Are you just gonna stare at Jack or are we gonna go?" Milo asked, poking his head into the bedroom.”

“You gonna order me to kiss you so I can get all tingly or are you just gonna stare at me?"He knew his smile hit his eyes when he muttered, "Kiss me, honey.”

“You was talkin' out of yer head last night, too," chortles Davy. "No one's gonna fancy me. I'm gonna be ugly and no on'es gonna fancyme!" he mimics, mincing about the hammock. "You are such a rum cove, Jacky, for thinkin' such things when yer just about beat t' death! Fancy me? Fancy me? Jacky, no one's gonna fancy us, we're all gonna end up lookin' like Snag!""Which is how a salty dog sailor's supposed to look," says Willy with a firm nod. "And you're halfway there, Jack-o!" crows Tink.Ah, the sweet comfort of friends.”

“I'm gonna put that gun as far up his ass as it'll go, then I'm just gonna keep loadin' and reloadin' till my arms get tired.”

“You gonna do somethin'? Or are you just gonna stand there and bleed?”

“I'm gonna hafta kiss you, Jack, I says.I wish you would, he says.”