“I’m not even ready to be fairly bruised,” he complained out loud, “I don’t want to be killed dead.”

“I don’t have time to kill you, and you don’t have time to die, because I’m not into redundancy, and you’re already dead.”

“I couldn't be dead. I hadn't even brushed my teeth, for crying out loud”

“And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?”

“Look, when I’m here, I don’t have to think. I don’t have to worry. I don’t even have to be me if I don’t want to. That came out wrong. I don’t have to be the me I have to be all day.”

“Any sign of what killed him, Scorch?""Let's ask Sev. He's a dead-body-ologist."[Sev examines the body and its arm falls off]"Yep, he's dead alright.”"Sure you don't want a second opinion, Doc?""Nah, I'm ready go out on a limb.”