Uh, Roy?
Yes Deutch?
It´s about my hats.
What about them? I mean, they bring something out in me. I...

I don´t want that something, I want my hats back.
Why just... we´re supposed to be friends... people who like each other want to see each other´s lives enriched in some way...
You were seen last night in a restaurant havingdinnerwith one of my hats.
It´s a small thing.

You know...
when I say you´re a pork chop you best believe you´re a pork chop.
P-O-R-K
C-H-O-P.

When a fella comes a callin´ and you´re waiting there til morning...
He´s a pork chop.
Pork chop.

When he´s whistlin his romances, and he´s making other glances...
He´s a pork chop.
Pork chop.

He´s a running and a dancing while he paints the town a special blue.
Teaching roller skating to the missing farm, that´s the way he do.

So I care about things.

He can play mysterioso and everybody knows so.
He´s a pork chop.
Pork chop.

Gonna leave me at the altar reading comic books by Faulkner.

He´s a pork chop.
Pork chop.

He´s dragging his ass round, promises he said he´d do
and I knew
he´d be ringin me this evening so suprised to hear me screaming "you´re a pork chop!
Pork chop!"
I take issue.

You should try Faulkner.
I should WHAT!?
Try Faulkner.
...soundsdirty.

Look. The thing is this: I am a doer.
Huh!

There are doers and there are don´ters.
Yes, yes...
I may not be there for you, but I am doing things.
Yes... uh huh...
That´s a responsible person, a caring person, not what you say, a jambone de pork, whatever..
Wha... wait a second. Just wait a second...
*muffled argument*

I try to tell my feelings, and he´s looking at the ceiling.
He´s a pork chop.
Pork chop.

On and on about abuses, and he´s sitting being useless.
He´s a pork chop.

(That´s for sure!)

He´s dragging his ass round, promises he said he´d do
and I knew
he´d be ringin me this evening so suprised to hear me screaming "you´re a pork chop!
Pork chop!"

I am suprised! I don´t know why...
*more obscured arguing to end*