Oh, that’s cute. Real cute. Proper “I-know-everything” energy. And listen— you’re talking like you’ve seen the credits before the film even starts. But sure, yeah — tell me more. Tell me more. Tell me more. I’ve got time. Not pride. But time? Yeah. Plenty. Guess you’re the hero, yeah? Main character syndrome on sale today? Two-for-one deal? Love it. Adore it. But don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve heard louder poetry from kids by the bus stop trying to rhyme “dangerous” with “fabulous.” ” You say big words, tiny meaning, big ego, small season. And here I am again, nodding like I’m impressed, like it’s 2005 and we’re all pretending we’re witty because we’ve had half a gin and a tragic haircut. But sure, yeah — tell me more. Tell me more. Tell me more. I’ve got time. Not pride. But time? Yeah. Plenty. But sure, yeah — tell me more. Tell me more. Tell me more. I’ve got time. Not pride. But time? Yeah. Plenty. - .
