[she laughs]

I dunno, you've probably got some good legs hidden away.

[George is made of negative feelings and insecurity. and death, though that doesn't apply here]

God, I know, right? Would it kill the gods to supply us with a cow or maybe some racks of ribs? We'd probably have to do some kind of special request and I've gotta say that me and the gods don't get along that great.