[He's about to remark that his cigars are his, ergo will have them back anytime he wants and then there's that comment. And while he was never reserved to begin with, being sick just brings all his emotions out in the open.]
Who knows? [he repeats darkly, a panicked edge to his tone.] Find out!
[No one had better have done anything to that hat or there was going to be blood. It was the only thing that he had from his past that he actually wanted. How could Neo let this happen to him? He knew where she was going the next time she got sick. AND he would make sure it was a hospital that didn't serve ice cream. Just sour yogurt and jello.
He's about to open his mouth to say so when a thermometer is inserted into his mouth. He makes an indignant squawk. What is he, some kid?! Even though he acts like one.]
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Who knows? [he repeats darkly, a panicked edge to his tone.] Find out!
[No one had better have done anything to that hat or there was going to be blood. It was the only thing that he had from his past that he actually wanted. How could Neo let this happen to him? He knew where she was going the next time she got sick. AND he would make sure it was a hospital that didn't serve ice cream. Just sour yogurt and jello.
He's about to open his mouth to say so when a thermometer is inserted into his mouth. He makes an indignant squawk. What is he, some kid?!
Even though he acts like one.]