[…] When I get the teeniest bit upset I say ... Crowell finishes the sentence for her: Good gravy. Good gravy is what you say. DiNardo brightens.Right. Good gravy. That's what I say. I wouldn't even say 'shoot.'"

A lot of emetophobes are particularly terrified of vomiting in public – many cite a fear of losing control and of others finding them repulsive.

I dig into my huevos.

You will know them by their sly looks; their skulkings, peepings, watchings, and the snares they lay;—by the great papers, with great seals, that they carry; […]