“Right, sure. How are you?”
The glasses, right? Right? I get it, man: I get it.”
Yer fuckin’…yer glasses, man. Fuckin’ glaaaaaaaasses. Hornsby hidin’ his eyes and shit, cuz they’re all, like huuuuge and shit, right? Brahj? back my shit up, Brahj.
I bet if I touched you, I’d be totally tripping balls and shit cuz that’s how acid gets from person to person, man.
“No, that’s how pink-eye gets from person-to-person.”
RIGHT, MAN: pink-eye. I get you: fuckin’ piiiiiiink eye. Say no more.”
“Yeah, I probably should have said strep.”
“Could someone call Parish out of retirement?”