'You're going to fail your exams, Oliver.'
We were studying in my room one Sunday afternoon.
'Oliver, you'll fail your exams if you don't do some work.'
'I am working.'
'No, you aren't. You're looking at my legs.'
'Only once every chapter.'
'That book has very short chapters.'
'Listen, you aren't as good-looking as all that!'
'I know, but you think I am, don't you?'
'Dammit, Jenny, how can I study when all the time I want
to make love to you?'