It would hurt. I'm not saying it wouldn't.

Okay, it's just that dogs make me a little uncomfortable. It hurts my teeth.

Well, the girls in the satin nighties on the commercial don't seem to think it's that bad.

Well it hit me anyway. And it would've hurt a lot less if I had finished that last beer.

Honey, I know you're in pain right now, but I'm a little turned on.

Those must be comfortable shoes. I bet you could walk all day in shoes like that and not feel a thing.

I wish I had shoes like that. My feet hurt.

Oh, wait, Dr. Long. Can I ask you something? Is labor really as painful as everybody says it is?

Kind of tough for a whale to travel around here. Can you please keep it down over there? My head hurts.

Relax. No one's going to be looking at her hair. Ow! I mean, ow.

Joey, come here. Look, honey, I know this must be really, really difficult for you and oh, I'm sorry. Am I hurting you?

Why would I want that? The pain, their loss, it's all I have left of them.

Dude. Hernia operations cost like, a lot probably. Besides it's getting darker and more painful, that means it's healing.

Okay, you were right. All right, I never should have bought them. They're killing me. One toe at a time.

But if you take something from one intensity to another intensity, you can easily make it twice. More painful in our memory.

But, how could little Hazel Grace, having never read An Imperial Affliction, know that her one true wish was to visit Mr. Peter Van Houten in his Amsterdam exile.