Han, I'm so excited. Did you hear my horse is back?
This is not conversation. This is just the other thing you say.
"My cupcake business, my horse, my horse, my cupcake business."
Well, in case anyone's interested, my ferret's name is Alvin.
And Alvin's telling his friends he has a pet named han.
Hey, Earl. Long time, no see.
Well, well, well, Johnny. If it isn't the famous street artist.
Well, I'm hardly famous.
You got that right. My remark was laced with sarcasm.
Can you tell Max I'm here?
That depends. Are you still a two-timing bum?
That's his name, don't wear it out.
Hiya, slugger. Can you do me a favor and call Earl off?
I may be on day six of my p90x, but I'm in no shape to take on a heavyweight like him.
It's okay, Earl, we're cool. Well, I am. He's just riding my fumes.
So, uh, where's your section? Counter. Hm, same ol', same ol'.
Johnny's in the diner. Why is he here? It can't be to eat.
He's "made it." He eats "made it food" now.
Well, obviously, he's here to see you.
Or else he won the award for biggest lying jerk in New York, and this is the first stop on his press tour.
Well, I don't know why he's here, but you better come with me.
He looks really good, so I'm not listening to a thing coming out of his pretty mouth.