Don't eat the weeds. Bad idea. Very bad idea. This is the worst idea. My legs are shaking. Sit on my legs?

[Because he's half worried he's going to start running again. Come on, Viv, help a brother out.]

Hey Viv. How you doing, Sis? Great save by the way. Sorry I can't talk slower.

[Too fast, the words are far too fast. And she seems so slow. But he'll let it go.]