Novel Romance

Liza Normane Stewart:
Hey, what the f***'s going on in here?

Jake Buckley, Max Normane:
[embarrassed] We just...

Jake Buckley:
She needed help. What are you doing here?

Liza Normane Stewart:
Not using a piece of tape as a flimsy excuse to grab my sister's tits, that's for sure!

Max Normane:
He was helping me with the f***ing braza! Maybe if you'd been here on time instead of searching for your identity and get another bottle of peroxyde, you could have perhaps helped me instead!

Jake Buckley:
What's really going on here?

Liza Normane Stewart, Max Normane:
She knows!

Jake Buckley:
You're a discontented housewife?

Liza Normane Stewart:
Not since I got rid of my discontentment.

Max Normane:
Jake!

Jake Buckley:
Max!

Liza Normane Stewart:
Jake *Jake*?

Max Normane:
[nods yes]

Jake Buckley:
My Emma?

Liza Normane Stewart:
[to Emma] Oh... Come on Emma let's go wash your hands, okay sweetheart?

Max Normane:
[to Jake] A child needs two parents who coexist better than streptococs and amoxicillin!

Max Normane:
So because you can't have children, I'm not suppose to have one?

Liza Normane Stewart:
No, you're not suppose to have children because you are a single, self-centered, manipulative workaholic, who once this novelty of the semi-domestic existence grows old, will be spitting out venom and killing her own like a cobra!

Max Normane:
Very vivid, but technically inaccurate. Cobras are actually quite maternal.

Max Normane:
I noticed that there are no women in this unpublished story. Do you have mother issues or something?

Jake Buckley:
Well, I know enough not to want to sleep with her.