"Why?"
"Because when you fall, you're going to fall so very hard."
"How—fall?"
"Fall in love. You will, some day. Everybody does. It's as sure as death or taxes."
"Everybody! You haven't, have you?"
"Oh, dear, no. Not yet. But I suppose I shall some day."
Jerry regarded her in silence for a moment.
"I didn't think you were a bit slushy."
"I'm not slushy," indignantly. "I hate slushy people. Where did you get that word?"
"Roger. He hates 'em too."