"Is it big inside?"

"The neighbors call it the coliseum. The current owners use walkie-talkies so they don't have to scream at each other all day."

"Is it nice?"

"Crystal chandeliers, six or seven enormous fireplaces, a huge wine cellar, and a twenty-seat movie theater downstairs. If you like that sort of thing, yes, I guess it's nice."

"How many bedrooms?"

"I'm not sure. Six, seven, eight. They're sort of spread all over the place. Hard to count."

"Do they come with children?"

"No. The owner insisted we have to make our own."

"She pushed a hard bargain."

"She was quite tough on that point."

"When do we get one?"

"They're not exactly an impulse buy, dear. They have long delivery dates. Up to nine months, I hear."

After a moment Alex said, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Race you to the bottom?"

"You'll eat my dust, Konevitch."

"Snow, dear. You'll eat my snow."

"Oh, shut up, and try to catch me."