[ The bread's only been in his pocket a day! It's not horribly stale yet, no. And there's even a jug of water on the floorboards by Stampede's feet... not that Wolfwood has offered any, but it's right there, if it's needed.

Stampede makes a crack about him being a mess, and Wolfwood doesn't mull over the decision one single second -- the idea occurs to him, and he rolls with it. ]

Maybe that's true for some other guy you knew. This guy got invited in for a homecooked meal and an offer to stay. [ He checks the rearview real quick -- still not being pursued. Good. ] She's a real looker, lemme tell you. Long hair, pretty face, everythin' where it should be. I'm thinkin' about going back that way, once I'm done droppin' your dumb ass off.