Last time I saw you, you were no bigger than minute. Peacocking around your daddy like you thought you was already a full-grown bad man.
I recognize you now, Mr. Markham. That being said, I still don't recall being bounced on your knee. Nevertheless, it, uh, seems that I owe you an apology.
Like I said, I can't blame you for not remembering.
No, sir. The apology that I owe is for my craven attempt to pilfer that which rightfully belongs to you. As defense, I offer only my ignorance.
Meaning you thought you were stealing from Calhoun?
Yes, sir. I did.
And now you know the prize in question belongs to me.
That I do.
Mm-hmm.
And any, uh, plan that I had for my next attempt should be considered abandoned as foolhardy, not to say unworthy.
Hmm. I hope you'll understand when I say I don't want to see either of you at the portal again. Next time you want a slice, order in. Have it here in 30 minutes, or it's free. And if I see you in my place of business again I'll kill you. [beat] Come to it, I guess you ain't all that big now. Grown, but still just playing pretend.
