[Wow. That sure is a large selection of words, most of which Pucci has literally no desire to respond to or even acknowledge. He just stares at Damon for a little while, then points, then . . . points to his clerical collar.]

You're not my type either.

[GOD IS #praiseit okay, no (maybe).]

I don't have any cows. I don't know if that changes your opinion on the evening going forward.