“It’s not all Hash Pipes and Hand-grenades”
“What the holy hand grenade was that?”
“(At the back of the cave, Phoebe placed her hand against one of the stones where a spring release opened an elevator door. Chris gave an over exaggerated gape.)Holy Hand Grenade, Batman, it’s a bat cave. (Chris)”
“Nearly' only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades.”
“Almost only counts in hand grenades and horseshoes.”
“This story never really had a point. It’s just a lull - a skip in the record. We are addresses in ghost towns. We are old wishes that never came true. We are hand grenades (and every word you say pulls the pin). We are all gods, we are all monsters.”