"You know what E.Q. is?"

"Emotional Quotient?"

"It's what people with low I.Q.s have."

"My I.Q. is fairly high, and I think I have a good E.Q. score, too."

"Are you kidding me?"

"What?"

"You're like one of the biggest assholes I've ever met."

"What!?"

"I've seen you in traffic, man.  You've got issues."

"Well. . . I am a little impatient in traffic, yea."

"A little?  You've got some real anger problems, dude.  You probably need therapy."

"But I'm not like that otherwise, am I?  I mean, I am pretty nice for a very angry man."

"I don't know.  You're O.K. until something happens.  Then you get this crazy look.  After you see that, you notice this hardness in your face like stone.  Even your smile is dangerous looking."

"You're kidding now.  You're just making this up.  I'm sweet.  Fuck you.  I'm one of the sweetest guys you've ever met."

"You think so, maybe."

"Well fuck you.  You're a cock sucker, you know that?  You make me sick."

"There you go.  There's the look.  Go look in the mirror sweet boy.  Go take a look at that and come back and tell me what a sweet man you are."