Micah: Angel Rusty and I used to have such fun hanging around shooting the bull together on a cold, lazy day like this one.
Taylor: Why would you want to shoot a bull?
Micah: We didn't shoot a bull. We'd shoot the bull.
Taylor: Whose bull? We don't have a bull. And we don't have a gun either.
Micah: No, no, SHOOT THE BULL!
Taylor: It's against the law to shoot anything within the city limits. What if we had gotten evicted because you guys took aim at some poor bull's eye?
Micah: There was no bull's eye. There was no bull. Shooting the bull is not against the law. It means to chatter, gab, talk aimlessly, shoot the breeze..
Taylor: Do I want to know where you shot the breeze?
Micah: **sigh** Probably not, but I'll tell you anyway. We shot the breeze right in the -
Taylor: **paws over ears** I can't hear you.
Micah: Right in the living room.
