“Walk out of this with your parents, the stones, and Darroc dead, Ms. Lane, and I‘ll give you the bloody thing.”
“And you can tell Darroc that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her”
“What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?”
“Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.”
“You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!”
“Maybe you need to get a grip on your libido, Barrons!"Fuck you, Ms. Lane!"You just try. I‘ll kick the shit out of you!"You think you could?"Bring it on." He grabbed a fistful of my T-shirt, and dragged me up against him until our noses touched.I‘ll bring it on, Ms. Lane. But remember you asked for it. So don‘t even think about trying to tap out on the mat and quit the fight."You hear anybody crying ‗Uncle‘ here, Barrons? I don‘t."Fine."Fine.”