“… Connie—”

“Dude, I just like… I felt somethin’ funny in my pocket, y'know??”

“So I reach in, and it’s like… sticky. Really sticky. Next thing I know, my skin is burnin, and…”

“...My hand is stuck in my pocket.”
"You sure, bro? Maybe you were down on napkins . Or maybe you were savin’ it for Reiner or somethin’.”
”–… Unless you can get it out, Connie, I’m afraid there’s only one way to go–“ "I won’t tell a soul until you’re ready.”