“Well then, I guess I’m man enough to admit that I’m trying to get in touch with my inner bitch.”

“I’m busy trying not to look like anything edible.”

“Wait, and you had to ask him if Faye’s in danger? IF? Okay, first of all, I’m just going to admit that I didn’t know Japan had a Mafia, but I also didn’t know they got a Disney World. If someone gets an invitation from the Mafia, I’d say there’s potential for a bit of danger, wouldn’t you? I mean, am I the only one here who saw Goodfellas?”

“Are we turning back? Because if you’re just trying to solve my post-traumatic stress problem by exposing me to rock sharks until I’m desensitized, trust me—that ship has sailed.”

“I’m not sure a real man would smoke something that sounds like a mixed drink ice cream cone.”

“Well, Faye, dear, I’m sure Harlow’s sorry she didn’t think to ask if you’d been eaten by a shark. That’s totally on her.”

“I think it should be obvious by now that I’m not necessarily interested in reality.”