Percival Cox: — After shooting my mouth off the other night, I've been feeling a lot of... Jordan: — Guilt. Percival Cox: — No. Not that. John Dorian: — Guilt? Percival Cox: — Yes, that. I don't like her to be right.
— There you are, you deaf bastard. I hate you so much, every time you utter my name, I wanna stick my fist down your throat and watch you slowly choke on it.
— Ted, I can hear now.
— Who's Ted?
Yes, Enid, I hear Baxter growling but the fact is, you ventured into his side of the house. Baring his teeth, huh? OK, now here's what you do. Are you ready? Make a sudden move.