- Belle: My hands clasped his buttocks as he carried me across the room and pinned me against the wall.
- Belle: I had one foot on the bed, the other wrapped round his hips as he lifted me by the waist so that my other foot was wedged against the dressing table.
- Duncan: Yeah. There.
- Duncan: What?
- Duncan: Well, it's that. One on the bed, one wrapped round his hips, one on the dressing table.
- Duncan: Three feet, Belle.
- Belle: I... moved one.
- Duncan: In the next paragraph, you've got three hands... each.
- Belle: For the record, I do it better than I write it.
- Ben: [just kissed her sister, in Belle's living room, where she sat observing them] You're here?
- Belle: Yes. I live here.
- Ben: Yeah.
- [she nods]
- Ben: How are you?
- [uncomfortably]
- Belle: What? Since yesterday? Fine. You know, just doing what I do.
- Jackie: Dinner in ten minutes.
- Ben: Dinner?
- Belle: What were you expecting? Know what? Don't answer that.