“We've got to toughen you up.”
“Is that right?”
“Totally. I'll tell you what we'll do. When I get there, we'll go down to the bar, crack some bottles over people's heads, give some noogies.
“You'll be carrying an 12 inch — no 18 inch metal rod, and I'll carry a bucket of oil slick. When the cops come after us, you throw the rod in the front spokes—”
“—this sounds like an excellent way to get arrested.”
“God, grow some testicles, Jenna! I mean, not literal testicles. Not literal.”
“I know. Metaphorical. Cojones.”
“Exactly. I mean, you don't need anything hanging down there. You have a very nice shape as it is.”
“Well thank you.”
“Anyway, you throw the rod in the wheel, they go flying over the handlebars. Meanwhile, I throw the oil slick down and the rest of them slide all over the place.”
“This is like a bad cartoon!”
“Of course it is! What do you think I have access to? There should also be like, anvils dropping from the sky and people walking off of cliffs.”
“And we can paint a tunnel on the side of a building and they'll ride right into it.”
“Brilliant!”
