ME: Do you want spaghetti or goulash?
HE: Spaghetti. I don’t know what goulash is, and I don’t like the sound of it.
HE: Bless you, Rowdi.
ME: You don’t have a soul, Rowdi.
ME: He’s a priest. He said hell.
HE: Priests say hell all the time.
HE: BAD. SWEETIE.
ME: You shouldn’t call me Bad Sweetie when I have a gun in my hand.
HE: Threatening Sweetie.