Soap: ... Why are ye smiling like that? Ye look suspiciously like the cat that swallowed the pigeon.
Rudy: Canary.
Soap: Whit?
Rudy: I look like the cat that swallowed the canary.
Soap: I once had a very large cat- but, not my point. My point is, why are ye smirking?
Rudy: You were watching him... With great interest, I might add. In fact, I believe you were... Enraptured.
Soap: He's my lieutenant! I look to him for guidance.
Rudy: Oh, I see. So, what guidance did you find in those swaying hips, hmm?
Soap: No, no, no! I was no' looking at... Ye ken, his... hind-quarters.
Rudy: Certainly.
Soap: I gazed... glanced, in that direction- maybe! But I was no' staring, or really... Seeing anything, even.
Rudy: Of course.
Soap: I hate ye. Yer a bad person.














