[Scene: The group is gathered at the Greene farm after a supply run. They’re sitting around the fire, tense but trying to relax.]

Rick: “We made it back in one piece. That’s what matters. Supplies’ll hold us over for a while.”

Merle: “In one piece”? Speak for yourself, officer friendly. Got near damn torn up by a walker ‘cause someone wasn’t watchin’ my back.

Daryl: “You talkin’ about me? ‘Cause last I checked, you were too busy flappin’ your damn mouth to swing your axe.”

Shane: “Both of you knock it off. We don’t got time for your pissing contest. World’s gone to hell, in case you didn’t notice.”

Glenn: “Pretty sure everyone’s noticed, Shane. Hard not to.”

Maggie: “Glenn’s right. Ain’t no point in fightin’ each other. We already got enough fightin’ to do out there.”

Beth: “I just… wish things felt normal for once. Sitting here, it almost does. Like a family dinner.”

Carl: “Except the family dinner has guns, walkers outside, and Uncle Merle cussing every five seconds.”