Tails don't grow back.
Tails don't grow back?
Uh-uh. Except for lizards.
Tails don't grow back. I'm gonna be tail-less for the rest of my life.
Well, anyway, it's not half as bad as double pneumonia, right? I mean, his dad's got one foot in the grave and three feet on a banana peel. That's a lot worse than just...
[ricochets an acorn around the room, which lands in the teacup he is holding. The others glare in amazement]
Excuse me, everyone. I'm gonna go meditate for half an hour.
[exits quickly and slams the door] [to Ash, sternly]
You have got twenty-nine minutes to come up with a proper apology.
[snaps, gestures wildly]
Me? Me have an apology? He gets a bandit hat? He just got here, and he gets a bandit hat? Where's my bandit hat? Why didn't I get shot at? It's because, you... you... YOU THINK I'M NO GOOD AT ANYTHING!!! Well, maybe you're right, thanks. [stomps away angrily and closes door upon exit]
