“How do you say, 'Bring me steak and eggs or I'll slit your throat' in Italian?”

“Fish sighed and reached for the hotel phone. 'How do you say, "Bring me steak and eggs or I'll slit your throat" in Italian?' he asked.”

“How do you say 'bring me sausage and eggs or I'll slit your throat' in Italian?""Look it up in the phrase book.”

“I won't get killed,' Rose protested.Is that a promise?' Fish asked dryly, stirring his tea. 'If you break your word, I'll never believe you again.'Rose shook her head at him. 'How can you even taste your tea if you put that much sugar in it?'Don't change the subject. I don't want to be responsible for depriving the world of Rose Brier. Under no circumstances are you allowed to help us do anything more dangerous than...change the oil in my car.”

“Because I liked you better than it suits a girl to say,It irked you and I promised to throw the thought awayTo put the world between us, we parted stiff and dry'Goodbye' and you: 'Forget me'.'No fear I will' said I. Now here where clover whitensThe dead man's knoll you passAnd now tall flower to meet youStarts in the trefoiled grassHalt by the headstone naming the heart no longer stirredAnd say the girl that loved youWas one who kept her word.”

“Bear heard Rose in the background saying, 'Why thank you, Mr. Fish.''Good redhead. Helpful redhead,' Fish returned.”

“You're drinking in the joy of life,' Bear told her when she tried to explain why she was laughing. 'There's so much opportunity for drinking deeply of it, and we very rarely do it. When you do, it makes you feel alive all over.”