- What?
Ray Looked at Benton questionatly
- What?
Ben tilted his head and continued looking at Ray in fascination.
- You seem to have -- er-- Kerry
sauce on your nose.
- Then next time just tell me
and stop lookin' alright?!
- I'm sorry.
- Then stop lookin'!
- It's still there -- do you
want me to wipe it off?
- Yes.
- With a serviette or with my
finger?
- I don't fuckin' care! -- And
it's napkin.
- Language, Ray! -- Could you
please bend your head forward a little?
Ray did as he was told and Ben licked the sauce of the tip of
Ray's nose.
- We're in the middle of a McDonald's
and you're lickin' stuff off my nose?! You really are unhinged!
- Do you want to have sex
in the McDrive, Ray?
- Ssssssssttt!!!!
- What?
- Everybody's lookin'!
- They're not, Ray -- well,
do you?
- No.
- Why not?
- You see that screen there
-- they can see you on it!
- Oh.
- Now, eat yer fries, they're
gettin' cold.
- Woof!
- No Diefenbaker, they're mine!
Dief whined.
- No Diefenbaker!
- It's alright Ben, I'll buy
the furball a Happy Meal.
- Ray, you'll spoil him.
- Ya still want an icecream?
- Yes.
- Then shut up, I'm paying.
- Understood.
- Now, be a good Mountie and
get Dief the Happy Meal.
- Woof!
- No Diefenbaker, you cannot
choose which present you want.