We've been wed more than a month. Since it appears you mean to stay, I might as well give you leave to call me by my christian name. It is preferable, at any rate, to 'clodpole.

Life is not an opera. Scenes belong on the stage.

And so I beat him and beat him until he kissed me. And then I kept on beating him until he did it properly.

Jessica: “You great drunken jackass!” Dain: “I did not give you leave to use my Christian name.

I should like to see you try.

I don't know who had the training of you," he continued doggedly, "but your morals are shocking. You spent a night in my bed, remember, after a night in a bawdy house. You go about collecting street urchins and letting inebriated vagabonds kiss you, and then you get into brawls in pawnshops. You are probably past all redemption, but I'm going to reform you anyhow. If you behave yourself, perhaps I'll let you reform me on occasion, but I make no promises.

I can do one or the other. Lovemaking or thinking. But not both at the same time.