Oh. When I've been drinking, sometimes I tend to get overly friendly.
— If I'm not back in five minutes... just wait longer.
— You're my shrink? Well, lucky me.
— And you're my paranoid schizophrenic with narcissistic personality disorder and religious psychosis. Lucky me.
Take a letter, Michael. To Dublin City Council. "Dear Sir or Madam. As wheelchair users with suicidal intentions, I must protest at a lack of facilities. None of the bridges are equipped with easy parapet access, thus curtailing the rights of the disabled to throw themselves in.
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
— Lord BaeIish, perhaps I was wrong to distrust you.
— Distrusting me was the wisest thing you've done since you climbed off your horse.
— Lab's all set up boss.
— Uh, actually, he's the boss.[points to Captain America] I just pay for everything, and design everything and make everyone look cooler.
— Is that your new walk?
— No. I really have to pee.
But when I see the smiles on their little faces, I just know they're getting ready to jab me with something.