Tristan: "Did you see her wrist?"
James: "Yeah, I did."
Tristan: “Funny she didn’t mention the kidnapper having an attack cat.”
James: “Funny indeed.”
Tristan: "What are we going to do?"
James: "I'm not sure. Let's play it by ear for a while. For now, how about some beer?"

Tristan: “Beer would be very welcomed, but not until we get out of these getups.”
James: “Are you kidding? These are practically women magnets! Chicks dig a guy in uniform.”
Tristan: “Seriously, how do you keep getting dates?”
James: “Probably pheromones. Speaking of, did you ever get around to asking Emily out to dinner?”
Tristan: “No, it really didn’t seem appropriate given the circumstances.”
James: “Oh well, maybe some other time. Tonight, we can drown your sorrows in several pints of the richest stout we can find.”

The ghost of a smile tugged quickly at the corners of Tristan’s mouth.

Tristan: “Drive on, old friend.”