Good thing we ain't playin' for fabulous prizes. 'Cause ain't none of them answers right. You still at least always got your dog tags around your neck?
And it ain't. Which, all bullshit aside, might work in your favor. So long as you treat Carter here better'n you did when you were a pup fresh outta' the ice, should be fine. Maybe she won't have to shoot you so many times. And don't you worry none, I'll treat her right, feed her burgers, can't promise not to take her money playin' cards, but you're welcome to come on over to try and keep her from losin' her shirt.
Who knows, maybe I'll like you half as much as I like the other you.