"Yeah, we got along fine."
"I remember you coming home with his gauze around your throat."
"I squeezed him worse."
"Poor Tutankhamen. Asleep for centuries and runs into your big hands. I know, believe me."
"Big? You seen your hair lately? I can brush it from the top parapet."
"Frank Stein, you apologize right now."
"Shhhhh. Hear him dragging his damned feet? Always dragging. Nevermind. Let's go home."
"I'm not going anywhere with you until you apologize."
"I'm sorry."
"Hey, Frank, that you?"
"See what you did?"
"Hold on, Frank. Give me a sec..."