[He's had enough to know that you're a whore. Dude, you can smell the alcohol on his breath from like five miles from here, it's amazing he hasn't like... fallen over or anything yet.]

Whoa, whoa whoa... whoa. Whoa. Shut up. I know it's all you, stupid. You've still got the horns and the fakey fake sea dweller accessories.

[Those are real things, Eridan... you still don't agree to that though w o w. But anyways, he grabs the fins for confirmation. YOU ARE DA REAL DAVE.]