Well, one has a mouthpiece the other operates the guns. I've ascertained that they don't like the cut of my jib one bit. He says I coulda had class like Marlon Brando. Cut my teeth with the valley commandos. Looking at my face. Are you coming for me? O' my lord. Who me? How so? Now, lucky number Slevin's chewing a remember me. He don't look so cool rockin' his Bambi pants fad dance. He says you're going home in the back of an ambulance. Jesus, Mary and Joseph Talbot. Looking at my face. Are you coming for me? O' my lord. Who me? How so? I'm not agitated. I'm fine I'm not agitated. Do I look like I'm agitated? Can't you see in my face I'm not agitated?