XY: When you talk like that. When you grin like that. When I know that anything I do will only make you laugh, because it's the nature of my rage towards this little job of yours that makes you chuckle... I know that you grin on nervousness... because you know that I can slap you right now and you will laugh, black-and-white, so you can start crying all of a sudden. If I grasp your job with my hands would you blow me? Oh, sorry. You're not THAT kind of person. Well, neither the other kind.
