[ god damn why don't you have any manners you goddamn gremlin, has noone taught you to use your words?! He's gonna give an almost offended sound, half like a laugh, half a hopeles little sound. god. ]

Look, I don't wanna' drive. Angelica is your baby, right? You just got her and -- [ he's gonna cross himself comically, as he's DEFINITELY started to blur the lines between 'his' wolfwood and 'this' wolfwood. ] God almighty forgive if I dare put a scratch on her perfect mantle.

[ he's gonna eat the handful of chips, continuing to talk with his mouth full as he tears open that cupcake package clumsily, handing one of the swirled confections over to the priest. ]

Fritter is just a baby, he does NOT need to learn how to shoot a gun. All he needs to know is how to enjoy apples and life.