'Tis love, said she; and then my downcast eyes, / And guilty dumbness, witness'd my surprise.

Well, I must be running along now or I'll be late for supper.

I double dog dare you! Oh yeah? Well, I triple dog dare you!

As an added precaution the Vizeadmiral ordered his ships to hoist the British white ensign as the two grey monsters ploughed northwest, their elegantly sheered bows driving through the heavy seas, throwing the spray high over their towering fore-bridges.