"The hell I will," he whispered to himself, knowing that it was more a prayer than a promise.

"But why the hell won't you tell me where you're going?"

"What the hell will that do to our asset-production schedule?"

Oh, the hell with it, listen Nandi, will you please?

"Why the hell won't you take a soother at least?"

"The hell I will," Miles whispered as he picked up the phone.

Why the hell won't they give her a decent raise?

"The hell you will," said the other, reaching for a rook.

"The hell you will," Trip said, pushing at his old friend's arm.

Jesus, how the hell will I explain this to him?