Now if only you Yankees could get a better handle on making beer, we'd be alright. Still gonna hand it to you in the whiskey department though.
You mean your type is isn't everyone who needs someone? Kiddin' Mostly. You ain't kiddin' though at least, mosta' the time I've known you, you've been married to your work, which suits the world just fine. 'Course the minute anyone needs you, you've been right there. Surprisin' no one with your late night BBQs. S'why there's always a six pack and a fat ribeye in my fridge with your name on 'em, even if you always whimp out halfway through your damn steak and I gotta bail you out just like....all the things we ain't done where you're from.
It's fuckin' annoying talking to you when you don't remember it, I hope you know that
I'm dead serious. You look terrible tryin' to pass off as a woman. You're probably the worst at Stealth I've ever met, but that don't surprise me none. You're a symbol worth gettin' behind. No sense hidin' that.
And Barnes is a chump at cards too. Has been since he was a tiny whelp. Fits your type though, 'cept he ain't a girl. Kid's got a hook that'll smart for days, and I've got an adamantium jaw. Wilson, I'll give it to ya', but he uses that damned Falcon to cheat anyway, or so I always tell 'em.
Good to know you're keepin' good company where you're from and that some things don't change.