Dallas, is it remotely possible for you to carry on a conversation that's not loaded down with manure?

It runs in the family. And don't expect me to be ashamed. Yankees lock away loony relatives, but down here, we prop 'em up on parade floats and march 'em through the middle of town.

Don't mess with me, Calvin. You'll only get hurt.

You remind me of someone with a bad toothache who's hitting herself in the head with a hammer to distract herself from the pain in her mouth.

If you want me, you'll have to earn me. And, mister, I don't come cheap.

But even as she told herself that, she remembered the way Cal had looked today with his shirt off while he’d stood on the ladder and scraped the side of Annie’s house. Watching those muscles bunch and flex every time he moved had made her crazy and she’d finally grabbed his shirt, thrown it at him, and delivered a stern lecture on the depletion of the ozone layer and skin cancer.

Mummy’s coming home late tonight. It’ll be just we guys, so we can get drunk and watch porn.