“His energy is very malevolent.Don't get sick or I'll start asking you if the baby is all right in front of him.”

“Baby don't cry, I promise I'll fix this for you. Everything will be all right.”

“Know this, too: if you ever get an idea like that again, I'll know, baby, and I'll spank your ass so damn hard there'll be a permanent handprint right there.""She gave him a cheeky smile. "As long as you understand there'll be a matching one on your face.”

“All right. We'll swing by the estate first. You're to stay in the transport, though. I'll bring you his head."Kay swallowed convulsively. Pressing his lips tightly together, he nodded. His eyes were wet. "Please. Just....put the head in a bag. I'd hate to get sick all over the inside of this transport.”

“It's really a very simple arrangement, little mother. He fully understands that either they get healthy, or he gets sick. That sort of encourages him to do his best.”

“Desmond, don't poke the baby!'...'I'll get you next time-'Don't threaten the baby either!'...”