“Have you always been so large? (Nora)Aye. I came from my mother’s womb at full height. The shock of it almost killed her. (Ewan)”

“Whatever did they feed you to make you grow so large? (Nora)A great deal of breast milk. (Ewan)You take great delight in shocking people, don’t you? (Nora)”

“There is something almost shocking in the notion of so chaste a function carrying this Kantian hurlyburly in her womb.”

“Don’t touch me, Nora. (Ewan)Why? (Nora)If you touch me, I’ll kiss you, and if I kiss you right now, I’m not sure I’ll have the strength to pull back and be satisfied with just the taste of your lips. (Ewan)”

“I happen to like being sad over nothing at all. I find it suits me. (Ewan)A smile would suit you better. My mother always says that a smile is dressing for the face. (Nora)And I always say the face, much like the body, is best left naked. (Ewan)”

“I was picking flowers. (Nora)And you think that handful of weeds was worth risking your life and wellbeing? (Ewan)My mother has oft told me that men have sacrificed their lives and kingdoms for a woman’s smile, so why not risk the ire of a bear for a bouquet? (Nora)”