“You, sir, have the manners of a stump. (Nora)Since I’m as tall as a tree, that would be rather fitting, don’t you think? (Ewan)”

“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)”

“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)”

“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)”

“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)”

“Was that a smile? (Nora)Was what a smile? (Ewan)That strange curvature of your lips. You know, the one where the corners are actually going up instead of down. (Nora)”