[Odo and Garak have managed to appease a run-in between Rusot and Kira]
Garak: You don’t know how lucky you are.
Gul Rusot: Oh? Why is that?
Garak: She would’ve killed you.
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Season 7: Episode 21 – “When It Rains…”
“Hermione!”
She stirred, then sat up quickly, pushing her hair out of her face.
“What’s wrong? Harry? Are you all right?”
“It’s okay, everything’s fine. More than fine. I’m great. There’s someone here.”
“What do you mean? Who — ?”
She saw Ron, who stood their holding the sword and dripping onto the threadbare carpet. Harry backed into a shadowy corner, slipped off Ron’s rucksack, and attempted to blend in with the canvas.
Hermione slid off her bunk and moved like a sleepwalker toward Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. Ron gave a weak, hopeful smile and half raised his arms.
Hermione launched herself forward and started punching every inc of him that she could reach.
“Ouch — ow — gerroff! What the — ? Hermione — OW!”
“You — complete — arse— Ronald — Weasley!”
She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced.
“You — crawl — back — here — after — weeks — and — weeks — oh, where’s my wand?”
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – J.K. Rowling
Giles: I never wanted you to see that side of me.
Buffy: I’m not gonna lie to you. It was scary. I’m so used to you being a grownup, and then I find out that you’re a person.
Giles: Most grownups are.
Buffy: Who would’ve thought?
Giles: Some are even, uh… shortsighted, foolish people.
Buffy: So, after all this time, we finally find out that we *do* have something in common. Which, apart from being a little weird, is kind of okay. I think we’re supposed to be training right now.
Giles: Yes. Yes. Um, need to concentrate on your flexibility.
Buffy: And you know what? I have just the perfect music. Go on, say it. You know you want to.
Giles: It’s not music, it’s just, uh, meaningless sounds.
Buffy: There. Feel better?
Giles: Yes. Thanks. … Bay City Rollers. Now, that’s music.
Buffy: I didn’t hear that.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 2: Episode 8 – “The Dark Age”
‘Dinner?’ cried Stephen, as though the meal had just been invented. ‘Dinner? Oh, yes: charmed — delighted,’
Master and Commander – Patrick O’Brian
“After you left,” he said in a low voice, grateful for the fact that Ron’s face was hidden, “she cried for a week. Probably longer, only she didn’t want me to see. There were loads of nights when we never even spoke to each other. With you gone . . .”
He could not finish; it was only now that Ron was here again that Harry fully realized how much his absence had cost them.
“She’s like my sister,” he went on. “I love her like a sister and I reckon she feels the same way about me. It’s always been like that. I thought you knew.”
Ron did not respond, but turned his face away from Harry and wiped his nose on his sleeve. Harry got to his feet again and walked to where Ron’s rucksack lay yards away, discarded as Ron had run toward the pool to save Harry from drowning. He hoisted it onto his own back and walked to Ron, who clambered to his feet as Harry approached, eyes bloodshot but otherwise composed.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a thick voice. “I’m sorry I left. I know I was a — a —”
He looked around at the darkness, as if hoping a bad enough word would swoop down upon him and claim him.
“You’ve sort of made up for it tonight,” said Harry. “Getting the sword. Finishing off the Horcrux. Saving my life.”
“That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was,” Ron mumbled.
“Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was,” said Harry. “I’ve been trying to tell you that for years.”
Simultaneously they walked forward and hugged, Harry gripping the still-sopping back of Ron’s jacket.