“I'm Valerie Rye,' she said, savoring the words. 'It's all right for you to talk to me.”

“That's right ... I'm Gandalf with boobs.(Valerie Stevens.)”

“Warily, she dares to allow me a smile. "It's okay. It's just...I'm not too good at talking to people." She looks away again as her shyness smothers her. "So, do you think it'd be all right if we don't talk?”

“You don't need to diet, She-Body. You are a just-right female.""McNab?" Eve said."Yes, sir.""Shut up.""It's all right, Dallas. We're a couple.""A couple of what? No, don't tell me. Don't talk to me. Don't talk to each other. Let there be silence across the land.”

“Try saying this: 'What's true for me today is that I have angry feelings concerning what I heard you say when you said what you said. It reminds me of what my mother said when she said what she said, and that hurts me so that's where I'm at with this, and it's not all right with me for today.' This should help to avoid a lot of communication problems.”

“He gave her an indulgent look. "I'll forgive these rash words for now." She sputtered, "Forgive? Let's talk about who should be forgiving who.""Whom," he corrected."Shut up! I'm in the right here. Remember all those things you did to me?”