"See, I've built up an immunity to soft jazz over the years; I've learned to tune it out- and anyway, all the songs sound exactly the same."
"Yeah, I get what you're saying. It's just that you worry when you can tell them apart."

"I'm gonna have to kick some ass!"
"Just tell me where and when so I can laugh at you."
"No, really! I'm gonna gouge out his eyes with a fork."
"A rusty one, I hope?"
"Don't have one. I'll spit on it, though."