“Excuse me, but I'm very tired of being interrupted and ordered around and spoken to like a recalicitrant eight-year-old.""Then don't behave like one," Brian suggested.”

“It was like being around a particularly irritating two-year-old.”

“Now you can introduce me to the hunk." Mo fell into step beside Keeley."I will if you can behave like you have a brain as well as glands.""It had nothing to do with glands, I'm just curious. Don't worry, I'm taking a page out of your book there when it comes to men."Keeley stopped at the door to the stables. "Excuse me?""You know, guys are fne to look at, or to hang around with occasionally. But there are lots more important things. I'm not going to get involved with one until I'm thirty,soonest."Keeley wasn't certain whether to be amused or appalled.Then she heard Brian's voice, the lilt of it. And he forgot everything else.”

“I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.”

“I ask you now, is any little thing like being damned eternally a satisfactory excuse for behaving like a complete rat?”

“Now, whatever you do, don't say anything, because no one must know that Liberace is gay.""Excuse me?" I said. "I'm eight. I know he's gay.”