“Nay, Father. You’ve a wedding to be about. I want no one to ever question my right to this lady again. (Ewan)Ewan. You’ll pass out before it’s through. (Lochlan)Then toss some water on my face, prop me up and make sure I say ‘I do’ when I need to. (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)”

“Clumsy? Why, I’ve had more women than you, you whelp. Well. Maybe not more than you, but certainly more than Ewan. (Lochlan)That’s not saying much. My left boot has had more women than Ewan. (Braden)”

“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)”

“Gathering wool, are we? (Ewan)Nay, merely practicing irritating you, and by the looks of your face, I’d say I’m doing a rather remarkable job of it. My mother always says that any effort worth pursuing is worth pursuing well. (Nora)”

“Do you intend to come over here and mount your horse, or are you wanting to stare at my backside for the rest of the day? (Ewan)”