"Y'd think with all the practice ya get at it you'd kinda stop counting after awhile," Michael retorted, and promptly felt like a complete asshole, which he covered up by ignoring her in favor of Anton.
"You're not shitting? World War Two? That's wicked! I mean, I guess it isn't wicked, but - it's wicked! How come you talk like a goddamn Limey if you're a Deutschebag, though?"