“You can't ground us. We're homeless," Daphne said.”

“But, Dad! We can't leave. Uncle Jake is hurt!" Daphne said. "Besides, that's Pinocchio. I want to get an autograph.”

“We're in love. You can't hurt us.”

“Did you know I have always suspected that men were idiots," Daphne ground out, "but I was never positive until today.”

“Oh, you can't help that,' said the cat. 'We're all mad here.”

“Daphne," he said with controlled gentleness, "what is wrong?"She sat down opposite him and placed a hand on his cheek. "I'm so insensitive," she whispered. "I should have known. I should never have said anything.""Should have known what?" he ground out.Her hand fell away. "That you can't—that you couldn't—""Can't what?"She looked down at her lap, where her hands were attempting to wring each other to shreds. "Please don't make me say it," she said.'This," Simon muttered, "has got to be why men avoid marriage.”