Gnaeus: I am NOT naughty.
Diantha: But, you promised we'd run away to Europe together, oh Lord.
Vort: He promised me that too.
Diantha: Shut up Vort, this isn't about you. Now, tell me about this "naughty" business. Shall I be like the Virgin Mary (except the whole "virgin" part...and the "holy" part...and the "Mary" part) and shall we have a Son?
Gnaeus: *Curses in Russian* Bugger off woman!
Diantha: I love it when you talk dirty.
Vort: Oh Lord.
Pomponia: You are so full of yourself, Diantha.
Diantha: You two are just jealous.
Gnaeus: I'm outta here.