Ricky: So, uh, what sort of dog do you two have? I heard him howling last night. Sounds like a big fellow.
John: Oh, we don't have a dog. That was just some really violent sex.
Alice: Why would I want an organism growing exponentially inside of my body and then ripping its way out of my tight, sweet, fresh, young, undamaged v-a-g-i-n-a?