Paul: I see it in those eyes. Those eyes said 'you are meat.' And in that moment, I believed him.
Richard: What happened then?
Paul: And then he lunged. And I just reacted. I shoved my arm right into his mouth. I mean, who the hell does that? Who the hell feeds himself to a lion?
Jackson: I'm kinda wondering the same thing. (laughs)
Mark: What do we got?
Richard: Deep animal claw lacerations extending down the left side of the body.
Jackson: And there's your arm. (lifts up bandages)
Callie: Yeah. That's what you expect when you hear 'lion.'
Paul: I bet it's nice to know what to expect instead of showing up at your girlfriend's house for the first time and being greeted at the door by the freakin' king of the jungle.
Callie: She never bothered to mention she had a pet lion?
Mark: Seems like something that ought to come up on the first date.
Paul: Right? She told me she had a cat-- a big cat-- and I'm allergic, so I took an antihistamine before I left the house.
Callie: Oh, yeah. You shoulda brought a bull whip.
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