There is no way in hell you're the pretty one. [A beat, as she thinks about it for a second.] Well, unless they swing that way.

[Bobbi's wiggling a little. The ropes are tight, and she has no way of wiggling out of them, but if she can just move her arms a little lower.....

The flexibility she'd gained as a gymnast really did pay off.]

And how is it your fault? Really? If you'd have just let me finish up what I was doing, instead of thinking I was actually dying, we wouldn't be here right now.

[Obviously, Barton. Jeez.]