“Do I look like I want to be eaten alive after sex?”
“If I looked like him,” Tara said. “I’d want to have sex with myself. All the time.”
“Well, personally, I wouldn't like to be a food, because I wouldn't want to be eaten.”
“It...whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I...I don't even know if I want to be saved.”
“And I do wish she wouldn't sing about poisoning just after we have eaten.”
“I'll call if I break a leg or get eaten by a bear.""Play like a rock.""Now?""No, if a bear starts eating you."I thought for a moment before replying. "Do they have screaming, sobbing rocks, 'cause that's probably what I'll be doing if a bear is gnawing my arm off.""It would be difficult to just lay there and be eaten alive, huh?""Ya think?”