No, really! Like I said, he's just been through a lot. If he were really that bad, do you think I'd still be hanging out with him? We're not related. I could go whenever I wanted.
[Wally flips a quesadilla. The puppy comes over to chew on his sneaker laces and lick the cheese off the floor.] What's being related got to do with it?
First of all, even if someone is your dad, you don't have to do jack for him. [Annie. Artemis.] And second...someone doesn't have to be your dad for you to do anything for him. [He looks at Ellie.] I don't have to like him to know that he matters a lot to you. All right? You don't have to sell him to me.
He eyeballs her, puts the hot quesadilla on a plate and gives her that so he can take the cold one and roll it up and shove half of it into his mouth.] 'Sides, [he mumbles around it as he gets another ready,] pr'y sure 'ou cah 'andle 'urself. [And if she can't then he'll just have to make sure he gets her out of here.]
M'kay, well. [Wally bites it off and waits to shove the rest into his mouth after he finishes speaking.] Still prob'ly a good idea for me to not be in the same room as him.
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Okay, okay.
[How embarrassing.]
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He eyeballs her, puts the hot quesadilla on a plate and gives her that so he can take the cold one and roll it up and shove half of it into his mouth.] 'Sides, [he mumbles around it as he gets another ready,] pr'y sure 'ou cah 'andle 'urself. [And if she can't then he'll just have to make sure he gets her out of here.]
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Yeah. I could kick his ass. But I'll never need to.
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