Yer point's about as valid as my sense of humor...and for the record? I do have one. It's just small. Very.

I ain't chasing you around with a spy cam, I just told my brother to keep an eye on you and lemme know if there was anything weird happening 'till I got there. He obviously told Annie to do the same, and she probably got glib again.

You're hormonal. I'm yer doctor. Paranoia's in my job description, you can beat up on me when I get into town and we can put this shit to bed, ai'ight? Good, 'cause I'm on call and need some sleep before the fucking hospital pages me again.