“Holy fucking dogs! You scared the uterus out of me!”
“If you think about it even medium-hard, launching a scared little dog into space with no intention of getting it back is a seriously fucked thing to do.”
“Sometimes what I did five minutes ago scared the fuck out of me five minutes later.”
“You’re scaring the dog,” Trish pointed out. She rarely called me by name. They do that inprisoner of war camps, I’ve heard. Depersonalization.”
“There are things running around out there with uteruses,son. You're going to need this.”
“You guys are ridiculous," he says, retreating back to the kitchen. "Your flirting just scared the hell out of me." "Scared the hell out of me too.”