“…”
“Dammit, Sasha! Don’t looka me like that!“
"… Pretty please with sugar lumps on top?”

“Seriously, woman! I ain’t jokin’ around!”
“–I dunno what the hell you’re talkin’ bout, Sasha.” Butts.
“Pardon me, Connie— but I'm really starting to worry about you. You’ve been out of control all day.”