Yeah, yeah. [Not very charitable there, Wally. He cuts open and guts the peppers before dicing them, assembles a quesadilla in the pan and goes hunting for a spatula.] I just don't like the way he looked at me. I mean, did you see him? Like I was just waiting for him to turn his back so I could throw you down and have my filthy way with you. I mean, Jesus, you're like fourteen, right? That's messed up.