Nerva: "So..uh..I've decided ta TRUST you, for now..."

Nerva: "How's your nose?"

Pretzel Barista: "Well, my noze hurts like hell n' is bleedin' like a faucet."

Pretzel Barista: "That happens when you KICK me DIRECTLY in th' FUCKING FACE."

Nerva: "This is the most awkward rescue ever."

Nerva: "I guess th' NEXT MOVE is UPTA YOU."

Pretzel Barista: "Ya have NOT shown a very good side of yerself ta me today..."

Pretzel Barista: "Wellll...fucking SAINTHOOD, here I come. Where can I DRIVE you to?"

Nerva: "Uhhmmm..."

Nerva: THINK

Nerva's thoughts: "AHEM!"

Waiter: "Hey, sweetcheeks. Your libido is gonna make you pick me."

Nerva: "Holy shit, she's RIGHT. & I'm kind of a MORON."

Waiter: WINK!

Pretzel Barista: "Uh, WHO'S right?"

Nerva: "Uh--it don't matter, I guess... Can we head for Hwy F, exit 19?"

Pretzel Barista: "Uuookay--there's not much OUT there, is there?"

Nerva: "Well, there's ENUF there ta capture yer IMAGINATION... or soemthing.."