“Oh, come now, Manon,” Ilyse laughed, “It’s my job to liven things up a bit, too. I can’t let you and your dimples have all the fun.”

“I know the consequences, Manon,” Ilyse conceded. “I know the fate you endured might one day be my own. But I refuse to be a prisoner for the rest of my life.”

“But you have such dimples," said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, vivacious face so near her own. "Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn't complain. Am I all ready now?”

“Come now, my lord. Can we not have a bit of fun with him? (Knight)My idea of amusement is disemboweling those who contradict and annoy me. What say you that you and I have a bit of fun? (Sin)”

“I can’t do my job, if you don’t do yours. I also can’t do my job, so can you do mine too?”

“Life is supposed to be fun. It's not a job or occupation. We're here only once and we should have a bit of a laugh.”