YOUNG JACK:
((Jack was thankful that he managed to get all that down in there, though he had forgotten them for the moment. )) %% Hey, wait a minute, lawnmower? I didn't get a lawnmower. Still,... if it'll keep her off me...%%
Hey, hey, hey! Those are personal.
((As Lureen leans out the window to vomit on the ground, missing the bucket by mere centimeters, Jack finds himself scratching his head.))
I think it might be those spinnin' things that're makin ya sick. They been goin' on this whole time?
((As long as the scene has been, Jack can't believe he is about to say this line.))
Well you are in a hur - a bit hairy. You been takin' hormones or somethin? That'll make ya sick too.
((Jack wonders for a moment where his other two amethyst spheres went, then sees the bulge in Lureen's cheeks.))
Lureen, that's a collection I'm savin' up for a very special person, so if ya don't mind...
((Jack reaches into her mouth and gently extracts the two amethyst balls to finish his collection, grabbing her brassiere to clean the vomit off them.))