"With what? I can't just run out to the store and get Aunt Jemima's pancake mix, some eggs, some butter." The topic of food - or, really, it's shortage and limited supply - is apparently a little bit of a hot button topic for Major. It's not like he used to be all that indulgent when it came to food back in Seattle - with the occasional pizza every once in a while - but it's the fact that he had options back then. He could get pizza, go to the store and splurge on some ice cream or donuts, whatever. Here, he's lucky if he can put aside all of his ASPCA-heartstrings to get an animal to the inn to be killed for stew.

"OH! Helen has soap! Sam had told me that, early on. I just .. didn't put it together. Do you think she'd give me some if I asked?"

Major tosses his hands up in the air at Ravi completely shitting all over the sport of American Football.

"At least they don't get poked or tapped and throw a hissy fit on the middle of the field, like they do in some sports that are popular across the pond."