XDarwin: That's the second time this week a girl's smacked me in the mouth.
Ellen: I hope your teeth fall out.
Darwin: You smell, by the way. Once we get you fed I'll have Keisha bring you some clothes. You two about the same size.
Ellen: I'll take nothing from you.
Darwin: ... Here's how it is, soeur. You starve youself to death, that's trouble for me.
Ellen:
Good.
Darwin: But likely I'll just lie to you boyfriend, then kill him when he ain't lookin'. An' you ain't got no way to stop me, 'cause you'll be
dead. Wearin' dirty clothes? That ain't even trouble. I been hungry. Hard to think of nothin' else, ain't it? That swing you took -- you won't find the strength for another. I won't force you, soeur. But think about it. How do you reckon you can make more trouble for me? Live? Or dead.
Ellen: 'Cheesy chicken' flavor?
Seriously?
Darwin: Jamon is
off the shopping runs, okay?