“Yeah, well, I’ll be glad to birth it if it means I can name him something normal. (Zarek)Yeah, yeah. This from a man who whines like a two-year-old when he stubs his toe. I’d like to see you survive ten hours of childbirth. (Astrid)”

“Would like to join me? (Astrid)I think I’d look strange in a bikini. (Zarek)Was that a joke? Can it be you made a real joke? (Astrid)Yeah, I must be possessed or something. (Zarek)”

“Menoeceus is a great name. (Astrid)For an old man or a feminine hygiene product. Not for my son. And next time I get to name the kid and it won’t be something that sounds like meningitis. (Zarek)You keep that up and next time you’ll be the one birthing it, and don’t mess with me, bucko, I have connections in that department. A pregnant man is not an impossibility in my neighborhood. (Astrid)”

“It wasn’t a gun wound. I just fell. (Zarek)No offense, but you’d have to fall of Mount Everest to have those kinds of wounds. (Astrid)Yeah, maybe next time I’ll remember to take my climbing gear with me. (Zarek)”

“Yeah I'm done. Chase frigging Reese." Slade shook his head. Mustang laughed again. Nothing like some good old-fashion jealousy to make a man see clearly. "Yeah, I know. The kid's got balls. I'll give him that. I guess we better show her what real men can do for her, huh?" "Oh yeah." Slade let out a snort. "'You get a buckle for that you know.' Yeah. I bet he made sure she knew that.”

“Were you already here?" he asked."Yeah.""Didn't you just bring her home from work two hours ago?""Yeah."Tripp chuckled and shook his head. "Did you even leave?""No.”