Dyin' ain't like me either, but I still went an' did that.

[ His response is pretty blank, but he can see where Majima's coming from. He's got twenty-two years of catching up to do, he doesn't have to do it all in one night. He perks up, setting the sentimentality aside for now. ]

Anyway, what the hell's up with this place? They got sponges but they ain't got washin' machines? Can't make up their damn minds, can they?