“Tense? I ain’t tense!“
"I’m sorry, you’re not tense then. Maybe you’re just a little tired or hungry?
Which wouldn’t be an issue if you had gotten cheese.”

“I ain’t tired or hungry, either! I’m just–”

[stifled awkward grumbling]
“–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.”