I have roaches living in my bed, so like, it's happened before, I woke up with a fucking roach on my titty, and I screamed, y'all. I screamed. I screamed. I screamed.

I've already found a roach in my bed, and a centipede, so I would rather find a rat in my kitchen. Because I do not want to relive that shit ever again. Thank you, goodnight.

I'd rather have a rat in the kitchen than a roach in my fucking bed. That's just nasty.

RAT IN MY KITCHEN! FREE FOOD!

I actually love rodents. I wouldn't, I'd probably let the rat go outside, but I prefer the rat. Um, I don't want no frickin' bugs crawling in my blankets while I'm sleeping, no thank you.

Eww, a roach on my bed. Uh-uh, girl. Uh-uh, absolutely not. I would rather find a key. I would rather find a rat in my kitchen. Because Lee's not doing that. Lee's not fucking doing that shit.