“The Big Bang is us. The Big Bang is you,” he explained carefully as if to quietly reassure his child everything would somehow be alright. “You too,” he said reassuringly to Jesse.

“Daddu. I. Just. Want. A. Fucking falafel!”

“But we can’t get one now? We’ll eat when we’re all together? How many meals we gotta eat in one day? Where would we ducking go anyway?”