"Plen'y t' talk 'bou', mon ami. We frien's, an' frien's always go' somet'in' t' talk 'bou'." He was watching the Doctor as he tinkered with the bumper car, working around his leg like that. "So, here's wha' I t'ink. We gonna work 'dis ou', wha'ever 'dis is, an' we gonna bot' be happy wit' wha' we go'. You gonna ge' me, an' I'm gonna ge' you. 'Cause your whole face ligh' up when you wit' me. You dance' wit' me. You shown me I can' hur' you. An' I know I hur' you, know I done some stupi' t'in's, I ain' perfec'. Know I sai' some t'in's t' you 'dat wasn' so nice, an I 'pologize. Was my faul'. Know I been goin' 'bou' some o' 'dis real wron'. Bu' ain' gonna no more. 'Leas', I'm gonna try." He stretched out some, long and languid, crossing his other leg up and over the first, to try and be as in the way as possible.
"Sometime people do t'in's 'dat 'dey t'ink's bes'. 'Dey t'ink 'dey helpin' ot'er people by sufferin' 'demselves. 'Das you, Docteur. An' I know y' like hur'in' y'self, an' I know y' go' in 'de habi' o' tryin' t' hur' me. But I'm jus' lettin' y' know, I'm gonna make sure you gonna ge' wha' you nee', an' wha' you 'serve. W'et'er you t'ink you 'serve 'dem or no'." Well. Looked like there was something to talk about, eh, Doctor?