"Let's face it, babe...we're not 'missing persons' anymore...whatever we are, it seems to be more horse than human. Maybe exposure and lack of a decent meal have been messing with my head, but that grass is starting to look more and more appetizing. And so are you...so is that...that thing you've got now...it's almost unrecognizable, but I'm strangely drawn to it. I can...smell so much more now...you're in estrus, aren't you? I'm so glad we're on the same page...mmm, maybe we shouldn't bother trying to get back to civilization. You and me, and our foals, grazing in the wilderness..."