"What's that?"
"A bit of a bally fool where the heart is concerned. What?"
"I think all nice people are that," she murmured.
"Thanks."
"I wasn't including you," she remarked.
"Eat that ice."
"Wild horses wouldn't make me."
"You'd eat it if you knew what pleasure it would give me."
"You want me to break my word?" she said, with a note of defiance in her voice.
"Have your own way."