— Why is yours bigger than mine?
— Genetics, peewee.
— You'll make a very ugly bride someday.
— Is that a proposal?
— How'd you know who to shoot?
— The ring.
— No, the monogram.
— Monogram?
— It was reversed. What about the ring?
— On the wrong hand.
— Are we clever or what?
— Hey! That crapper is mine!
— And what am I supposed to use?
— I don't give a shit! Just don't use that.
— Okay, bud. We're gonna get one thing straight right now. That is yours!