"Well, next time someone dumps a vial of bitch-in-heat hormones over your back, let me know what kind of a riot you think it is," she says dryly. "That did NOT amuse me."

"What's wrong with the name I have?" She looks mockingly insulted. "And sorry Mikey, it's not you, though you are a true sweetheart. You'll make someone very happy."

"It would be, wouldn't it?"