“What does your bed smell like? Regret and bad taste?”
“You know what, you need to stay out of my bedroom. You have your own.” He smiled. “I know I do. I see it quite often. I just prefer your bed. It smells better.” I made a face. “It smells better? What does your bed smell like? Regret and bad taste?”
“The woman didn't taste bad, but she tasted wrong. She smelled good, but it wasn't right.”
“What does he smell like?” “Smell like?” I scrunched up my face. “You know, he looks like he’d smell good.”
“You smell heavenly. I slept on your side of your side of the bed because your pillow smells of you.”
“To the question: Wilderness, who needs it? Doc would say: Because we like the taste of freedom, comrades. Because we like the smell of danger. But, thought Hayduke, what about the smell of fear, Dad?”