“Sir Tucker,” I say suddenly, interrupting Angela.“Yeah?”“I believe the correct response is, ‘yes, Your Majesty,”

“But I wasn't done," she pouted, no longer hungry for anything but him. "Yes, you were.""Yes, sir.""Lay down on your back.""Very yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir?” – Sundown“Is there a problem?” – Officer‘Uh, yeah. You people are bugging the shit out of me when I need to be rocketing home.’ – Sundown”

“They will base that judgment on whatever the status of your escort and manners are.""Escort and manners?" Tucker scoffed. "What good are manners? 'I'm sorry sir, for stealing your change.'"Vivian jerked the girl's arm sharply. "No more of that, Tucker. The stealing or the attitude.”

“Come to think of it, Your Majesty, I believe I must still be growing. Either that, or you are shrinking.”

“Nay, Sir, it was not the WINE that made your head ache, but the SENSE that I put into it''What, Sir! will sense make the head ache?''Yes, Sir, (with a smile,) when it is not used to it.”