— I'm angry.
— It's OK, John. There's nothing unusual in that. That's the way he made everyone feel. All the marks on my table and the noise, firing guns at half past one in the morning...
— Yeah.
— Bloody specimens in my fridge. Imagine, keeping bodies where there's food.
— Yes.
— And the fighting! Drove me up the wall with all his carryings-on!
— Listen, I'm not actually that angry, OK?