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was that Mr. and Mrs. Smith were completely incompatible.  "What
you don't seem to get, sweetheart, is that this job is supposed
to be fun," said John, cleaning his knife on a napkin. "No guts,
no glory, right? Jesus, it's like you've never even heard of
James Bond! You know, technology gets better every day, and
that's fine—but most of the time, all you need is a stick of
gum, a pocket knife, and a smile."  Jane rubbed her temple with
a pained look. "Unlike you, I didn't learn the craft from con
artists and absurd spy blockbusters. In real life, John, lack of
planning will get us killed."  "I'm not suggesting that we go in
without a plan!" He raised his arms defensively. "I always have
a plan! But, unlike you, I don't get off on planning."  Jane
smiled thinly. "Oh, yes. It's quality foreplay—and that's always
the best part. Not that you'd know anything about that."
"You're such a girl." He laughed, ignoring the jab. "You need to
learn to let go.