Keep your panties on, Swank. You know the rules: combat’s declared, there’s no going back.

(Chuckle) All the time I spent around you: I know all your little faults. Seriously, if you knew the things I know about you, you’d hand me the reins right now… But I know you won’t.

All I’m asking you to do is to finally put a lid on those songs that used to put us to sleep by the campfire. It’s a new era now, and the last thing I’m going to do is let old memories water down this setup.