[He shrugs.] You don't feel it? That weird feelin' like we're finally movin' towards somethin' instead of standing still?

[Okay, possibly a complicated metaphor, but that's how it feels for him- that he's been stuck like a rat in a maze and someone left the door unlatched and he can go somewhere else now. Do anything.]

I dunno. Somethin' good. Somethin' bad. [The words feel familiar to him, like he's heard them said before, but he can't place it. Probably on TV.] Somethin' crazy.

[He punctuates that with a raised eyebrow and a grin.] Little o' all three.