Things are going just smooth. We haven't had a problem to this point. If anyone's had one, they've settled it, let's put it that way.

We call this marathon eve. You know, just like on Christmas Eve, when everyone is scurrying around to get stuff done. If it's not done by tomorrow, well, I mean, the marathon is open for business at noon.

To be perfectly honest, it's never been too rough. From the start, everyone's been really good.

I think we'd have to say we enjoy our jobs.

Marcus: Cherry?
Jillian: My ten-year-old niece.
Marcus: She's named after a piece of fruit?
Jillian nodded.
Jillian: So is her twin sister, Apple.
Marcus: You're kidding me.
Jillian: Unfortunately, I'm serious. Their father is fond of fruit pies and thought it would be cute.
Marcus: And their mother didn't protest?
Jillian: She thinks Steven's cute, so she gives him whatever he wants.

You wanted to drown in a woman. Here's your chance. Drown in her blood"
~Violence(Maddox)