You might wanna sound a little less like a fat duck, Daryl. I can hear those feet slapping on the sidewalk a block away. I can smell your garlic breath before you walked out your door. And what the hell was that, Jenny? What are you doing? Yoga? You move about as fast as a pig.. swimming.. in gravy.
Darregg took a cab and left her alone when she was supposed to be there to spend time with him, this is hilarious