“The fatal stoop. It’s guaranteed to bring a man to his knees. (Kristen)It sounds dangerous. What am I supposed to do, knock him over the head with something? (Serenity)”

“Besides, he would know that I did it on purpose. (Serenity)Honey, I assure you, that man won’t think a thing. His mind will be on other matters. You could chop off his head and he wouldn’t notice. (Kristen)”

“He leaned over her, rested his head on her shoulder, and clung to her, his tears soaking into her shirt.What the fuck was she supposed to do with this? Hug him and say something comforting? He was blackmailing her and now she was supposed to take care of him like some kind of fucking nanny or something? She didn't know how to do that. What did people do to comfort each other?”

“I am going to hold a pistol to the head of the Modern Man. But I shall not use it to kill him–only to bring him to life.”

“Jesus, you could bring a man to his knees.”

“He stood and inhaled, then walked a few more feet, stooped, and prodded a chunk of rabbit fur.“I’m definitely thinking something with more body parts,” I said. “Like a head.”He gave a snort of a laugh. “It’s probably around here somewhere, but I suppose you want the parts attached, too.”