Wow, that is... that is freakin' kickass. Were they made of fire or on fire?

[ Okay, he's getting up now, still rubbing at his eyes. ]

See what I mean, though? It's weird. Mine was, uh... [ He kind of doesn't want to look like a gigantic puss in front of her? So Jack acts like it's nothing, shrugging a little. ] I was in some crappy western town shooting at people without shirts. And they were all like, blaaaarhghghfbhfb I'm gonna make you my meat pants and stuff.