Simon:
Listen, lady. Maybe you should leave us alone, so we could focus more on surviving and less on killing ourselves.
Zoe:
Oh... [chuckles] That is a lot of uptight in a very little package.
Simon:
I'm not uptight! I just don't wanna see one else getting hur– [something bites him] OW!
[The thing that bit Simon turns out to be a spider]
Simon:
Criminy. What was that?
Zoe:
Oh, you know what? That was just a spider and they live here, because this is nature.
Simon:
This is not just a spider! That's a "phoneutria bahiensis"; its bite contains a neurotoxin!
Alvin:
Ooh, Mr. Fancy Words. So what?
Simon:
Alvin, toxin: poison, neuro: brain?
Alvin:
Oh, that's not good.
Simon:
Uh, side effects include... changes in personality, loss of inhibition, dry mouth...
Zoe:
Okay, calm down. I get bitten probably twice a day by these little fellas and I am still completely normal.
Alvin:
[in disbelief] Yes, normal.
Simon:
Oh, no...
