“Oh, hell, he'd look hot in a chicken suit.”
“You can't get a suit of armour and a rubber chicken just like that. You have to plan ahead.”
“Oh, hell, no. I saw you with the rifle.” He glanced over at her, and his voice went a notch deeper. “It was fucking hot. I love a badass female.”
“I don’t mind hot and spicy. Actually find that appealing in a girl. And chicken wings.”
“I'd walk through hell in a gasoline suit to play baseball.”
“God, it was hot! Forget about frying an egg on the sidewalk; this kind of heat would fry an egg inside the chicken.”