“Okay, okay, okay … go to your corners, boys. This is a nice Aubusson carpet you’re standing on. You get blood on it and I’ll have Fritz so far up my ass I’ll be coughing on his hankie.”
“Okay, you’re older. Not much, really. And considering you love staying in shape and I refuse to run, we’ll probably get all old and crippled at the same time. If not, then I’ll learn to use a cane, and I’ll get to beat on your ass for a change.”
“I’ll see you in your dreams, okay, stupid?”
“What did okay mean to the harpy— not coughing up arterial blood?”
“If I want your opinion, I’ll kick it out of you, okay?”
“Okay. Take a peek, but I swear if you try anything funny, I’ll beat your head in with my flashlight.”