“How about I show you what the inside of your ass looks like?”

“That's Irish diplomacy for you.Huh?The ability to tell someone to go to hell and make them happy to be going.”

“Cassius couldn’t take any more. “Okay, that’s enough. We’re done here.” His heart hammered, his palms were sweating, and his knees felt wobbly. “We’ve changed our minds. Just put it back.”

“What do you mean, is that it? I just saved his career and the CIA from ruin and he calls me a perfidious ass.""What's perfidious mean?" Ace asked from the driver's seat."You deceived him and stole his girlfriend out from under his nose," Julia said to Conrad. "I think technically 'ass' is a pretty mild revilement.""Revilement?" Ace looked at one and then the other in his rearview. "This is some kind of spy talk, isn't it? Okay, I'm down with it. Just tell me what it means.”

“What she didn't say was:"Can I punch both your sisters?""How do you cope with this, all the time?""Why can't it be the two of us, like it was before?"And,"Do you realize I've fallen for you?”

“You tie me up in knots. I want to play you a thousand different songs so you can get a clue of what... I feel inside me...”

“If it's not exactly like you thought it would be, you think it's a failure. What about the spectrum of colors in between.”