“Oh yeah, this was so comforting. Like a porcupine in a condom factory.’ (Danger)”
“Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling porcupine," she crooned. "Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine.”
“I live dangerously enough. Now what's this about condoms or tigers?”
“Follow that porcupine!”
“I like great music, but who doesn’t? Oh yeah, deaf people.”
“It's dangerous and dirty and smells bad and--""Yeah, well, so is sex and drugs and everything else worth doing.”