- I feel—I don't know

- Game's starting

- I feel, I fear, maybe? Well, maybe like a twinge of anxiety.

- He didn't come here with me.

- Yea, that's right—but, I mean, who am I to call a twinge a twinge?

- I'm going to blow this guy come half-time.  Well, not blow—ah, idiot!  He's rubbing off on me.