“Shut up, Kathleen.”“Shut up, Miranda.”“God, enough with the shut ups, please,” Evan said, walking down the stairs looking good enough to eat (at least to Matt)....“Hi.” Matt held up the bag of melting Ben & Jerry’s. “I uh…this belongs in the fridge.”“I’ll make room.”“I’ll follow.”“I’ll vomit,” Miranda muttered ... Kathleen took great delight in asking “Why she’s got that stupid smile on her face?”

“I’m sorry, is driving and talking too complicated? No problem, I’ll shut up.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Duchess.”“Max!”“All right, I’ll kiss you.”

“Does that count as an argument? Can we kiss and make up now?”"It was only half an argument.”“Fine. Then, you kiss and I’ll make up.”I laughed until he effectively shut me up with his lips.”

“Tell me how you need us.”“I think this will be just the two of us.” But as Jon took up his fork, he gave Matt alook. “Still, thanks for all of it. Thanks for being here when I needed it. As usual.”“I will not be hugged,” Matt said sternly.Jon considered the food. “You‟re awfully nurturing for someone who doesn‟t hug.”“Eat it and shut up, or you‟re fired.”

“How is dear Charlotte?’ Celia asked sweetly, then launched into an account of how they’d been having their usual ‘Fucking shut up’, ‘No, you fucking shut up’, row a couple of evenings ago, when Yuri had opened the front door of their flat to scream up the stairs, ‘Why don’t both of you fucking shut up?”