Jeannie: Gav! Are you all right? Farah, call an ambulance! Get the first aid kit! What happened?
Gav: Oh, nothing (ow) unexpected... *cough*

Farah: Roger, Jeannie!
Jeannie: Oh man! You're all cut up! Don't move. I should get some alcohol for these wounds or something...
Gav: Don't forget my internal bleeding.

Farah: How could you get struck by lightning standing next to a three-story building, anyway?
Gav: One too... many... body piercings?

Jeannie: You mean like this bloody eyebrow ring in my tip jar?
Gav: Yeah, you just keep that... The service was excellent.