We're not discussing this in a goddamn golf cart. [Not all of it, anyway. He's got some principles left, okay! And some things you just don't talk about in a golf cart!

He shoots House a withering look; a real pathetic can you believe what I have to deal with kind of look. ] Can you go a little faster, he's starting to squirm.

[And sure, Jim's holding Eddie real tight, weighing down the worse of his wriggling and fighting, and his elbowing - but Hopper's got less meat on him, and those elbows are hitting bone, muscle. It hurts. ] Can you - stop, for Christ sake Eddie. Stay still.