Zelda: "That chicken was pretty fucking good."
Jethro: "What chicken?"
Zelda: "The chicken... you just... gave me a bite of. That was fucking chicken, right? Please tell me that was fucking chicken."
Jethro: "Yeah, that was chicken. But we've eaten a lot of chicken today. I wasn't sure which chicken you were talking about."
Zelda: "Oh thank God. It was dark down there and I could have been eating anything."
Jethro: "You were eating cat. No actually, you were eating mole. And not the little burrowing kind, but human mole...."
Zelda: "How do you expect to get a blow job if you make me dry heave?"
Jethro: "I'll just wait til after you're done retching. You're usually good for it."
Which brings me to why I'm blogging at 3:00am after Saturday night...