“Theyʹre shooting at us,ʺ I said incredulously. ʺTheyʹre actually shooting at us!”
“Shit," Delia said. "I mean, shoot. No, actually, I mean shit. I really do.”
“Yeah, I like that idea. Maybe he'll shoot at us again. I was hoping someone would shoot at me today. That was the first thing I said when I got up: Boy, I hope I get shot at today.”
“This is a people shooting hat," I said. "I shoot people in this hat.”
“Cupid, shoot both of us next time.”
“If they look as though they're worried, we'll move in.''And do what exactly?' said Polly.'Threaten to shoot them,' said Maladict firmly.'And if they don't believe us?''Then we'll threaten to shoot them in a much louder voice,' said Maladict. 'Happy? And I hope to hell they've got some coffee!”