Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Delicious Dialog

I'm a sucker for dialog. A delectable bit of dialog in a book will stick with me forever.

When I was fourteen, this bit of fun was programmed into my genetic code during one hot summer night:

She waited, big smile on face and body undulating, while I applauded. Before I was done, two little boys flanked me and added shrill endorsements, along with clog steps. So I tipped them and told them to be missing; Wyoming flowed to me and took my arm. "Is it okay? Will I pass?"

"Wyoh, you look like a slot-machine sheila waiting for action."

"Why you dreklich choom! Do I look like slot-machine prices? Tourist!"

"Don't jump salty, beautiful. Name a gift. Then speak my name. If it's bread-and-honey, I own a hive."

"Uh--" She fisted me solidly in the ribs, grinned. "I was flying, cobber. If I ever bundle with you--not likely--we won't speak to the bee. Let's find that hotel."

--Robert A. Heinlein, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress

Yummy! Dialog like that makes me all squishy. I've never forgotten that passage. I think I liked the dialog better than the plot (don't tell my fellow Libertarian friends, they would string me up)!


  1. Did you have to put up the picture of those incredible brownies? I keep coming back to the blog just to drool! The dialogue is refreshingly chewy too.

  2. I am going to bake those brownies this weekend. Yes I will.


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