If there's any explanations to be made, you leave 'em to me.

I'll handle Blondy." "You handle Blondy!" she whispered.

Her voice came back; it rang: "You couldn't if he had one hand tied behind him." She measured him for another blow.

"I'm going to that dance and I'm going with Mr.Hansen." She knew that he would have died for her, and he knew that she would have died for him; accordingly they abandoned themselves to sullen fury.
"You're out of date, Vic," she ran on.

"Men can't drag women around nowadays, and you can't drag me.