“Do you guys remember that one time, in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, that we somehow didn't die?”

“Remember that time in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, when we didn't die?”

“Do you guys remember that time when we were all definitely going to die and then Ben grabbed the steering wheel and dodged a ginormous freaking cow and spun the car like the teacups at Disney World and we didn't die?”

“If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.”

“You know," Shane said twenty minutes later, "I'd feel a whole lot better about the two of us if you didn't think I was the go-to guy for breaking and entering.”

“He was worried she would not let him love her with the stain. He had already decided long ago, twenty or thirty minutes ago, that the stain was fine. He had only seen it for a moment, but he was already used to it. It was good. It somehow allowed them to have more.”