“It looks like an asylum landed here,” Andrew quipped, poking his head out of Oliver’s pocket. “Ooh, I spot an ass-shaped tent.”“What? Seriously?” Sophie said, surprised. However, she was quick to look away. “Oh. You meant that kind of ass. Jeez, Andrew.”

“Sophie coughed, and Oliver felt his cheeks becoming warm. “Don’t be an ass, Andrew.” “That’s a little bit difficult to accomplish, y’know?” Andrew replied. “I mean, if you had been so kind as to paint me with black and white stripes, I would’ve been a zebra!”

“Hey, Dad?""Yeah?"Jonah walked in silence for a few steps. "It's okay if you like Miss Andrews."Miles looked down in surprise. "It is?""Yeah," he said seriously. "Because I think she likes you.”

“And we saved your life, y’know,” Andrew said, jerking his head in Oliver’s direction. “I mean, the least you could do is thank us.”“Of course!” Oliver said hastily. “Thank you very much.”“It was really dangerous back there,” Patricia said earnestly, as though wanting to make sure he understood the severity of the situation. “Yes, beheading is a serious business, I suppose,” Oliver said kindly. “I think it would have been difficult to keep on living once my head was chopped off.”

“This cigarette tastes like ass," she said. I wasn't sure what ass tasted like, but she looked like she would know, so I was willing to take her word for it.”

“Kristy smiles at both of us, the kind of smile that makes Julie Andrews look like a jaded crack whore.”