[To himself while cooking the moose] “Hey, Dad, can I light the barbeque, please, Dad, this time?” “Well, Son, you can go get the lighter fluid.” “Come on, Dad. Please, Dad, please?” “Well, why not, Walt? That sounds like a good idea…” “Shut up, Carine! Shut up, Carine! No, Billie. I told you once. Don’t make me tell you again. Okay? Okay? You hear me? You hear me, woman? You hear me, woman? Huh? You hear me, woman?” “Sorry. Sorry, Walt. I’m sorry.
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