H: Oh, hey.
H: What time is it?
H: ‘kay, I’m going to finish this suplex then.
H: No! Don’t go in that door…gunfire…pinned down…get me a sandwich instead…
H: (thrashing in his blankets) I’m hit! I’m hit!
M: No, you’re not.
H: (stops moving) I’m not?
M: Nope, you’re all good.
M: You okay babe?
H: Yeah, I’m okay.
M: Why are you all the way over there when you’ve got the whole bed?
H: Don’t you treat me like a chump!
M: Okay, I will.
H: You’re gonna get bums to kick my ass.
M: Whatcha doing?
H: Fighting Billy Crystal.
M: Well, can’t you do that on your back?
H: No, I fight drugs for the community.
H: Wh…what are you doing?
M: Laying here. What are YOU doing?
H: I was fighting a raccoon before you woke me up.
M: How was that going?
H: Well, it was bigger than me.
M: But were you winning?
H: No, I was crying like a little girl.
H: Thank you for laughing at me in my time of need.