“It can be exhausting eating a meal cooked by a man. With a woman, it's, Ho hum, pass the beans. A guy, you have to act like he just built the Taj Mahal.”

“Cook things, eat them with other people. If you can tire your own bones while growing the beans, so much the better for you.”

“She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight.”

“Made dinner," Helen told him in a flat voice. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked tentatively. "Of course not. Why would you ask that when I just cooked you dinner?" "Because usually when a woman spends hours cooking a complicated meal and then just sits at the table with a pissed off look on her face, that means some guy somewhere did something really stupid," he said, still on edge.”

“Oh yeah? What did you have last night?""Turkey sandwich on wheat. With a pickle.""And the night before?""Turkey sandwich on wheat. No pickle."She giggled. "What was the last hot meal you cooked?"He pretended to rack his brains. "Uh...beans and franks. On Monday.”

“We took the elevator back down from the first observation level of the Eiffel Tower and started walking in he direction of the Taj Mahal”