Wait for the light to change before you cross the street.

Talking of being eaten by dogs, there's a dachshund at Brinkley who when you first meet him will give you the impression that he plans to convert you into a light snack between his regular meals. Pay no attention. It's all eyewash. … He wouldn't hurt a fly, but he has to put up a front because his name's Poppet. One can readily appreciate that when a dog hears himself addressed day in and day out as Poppet, he feels he must throw his weight about. His self-respect demands it.

For example, Cole noticed that one character’s major injury is referenced in myriad ways a full season and a half before it actually happens—details that reward longtime viewers and rewatchers, and hint that the show is far more planned and complex than it may seem.

Dap. And will I tell then! By this hand of flesh, Would it might never write good courthand more, If discover. What do you think of me, That I am a chiaus? Face. What’s that? Dap. The Turk was, here― As one would say, do you think I am a Turk? Face. I’ll tell the doctor so. Dap. Do, good sweet captain.