‘Course I’m fuckin’ mad, ya loon. Who the hell wouldn’t be? I’m gonna find ya. And when I do, you’re as dead as good meat.
‘Course I’m fuckin’ mad, ya loon. Who the hell wouldn’t be? I’m gonna find ya. And when I do, you’re as dead as good meat.
YOU FUCKING PRICK. YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGAIN?
[/snickers] Boy, oh boy. Do I like the sound of that! It’d be an honor, Mr. Cohen!
I… I ain’t got nothing ta say ta that.
What’s it to ya?!
You what? You insulted Mister Ryan AND Mister Cohen? [/flabbergasted, recoils sharply] You got spunk, bloke. But I ain’t siding with ya.
…Bl No, you fucking nancy boy.
S’alright, Mr. Cohen. [/folds his arms] I like yer art a lot. Miss seeing a show or two, y’know?
I thought you were mad at me? …Don’t remember that. Haha. Right. Yeah. I remember that, Mr. Cohen. Er, thanks… [/frowns, appearing rather confused by the artist’s statement] Uh… [/shakes his head, uncertain to interpret the words as an insult or compliment]
…Bl Nah, sweet cheeks. That’s where you got it all wrong. Yer threatenin’ my masculinity. I don’t like it at all. I don’t like you and anything about you. I’ll crush ya like a fucking bug.