“You said let’s visit Spain and meet chicks, Floyd!”
“Well, Mr. Know-It-All, this is a fine mess. You said, let’s run down this alley, and they’ll go for that dude standing in the doorway! How does that seem to be workin’ for us so far?
“And you were the smarty-pants who said we could yell anything we wanted in English, because bulls only know Spanish! I guess maybe they have a damned foreign phrase book, ya think?
“While we’re at it, you said we’d be safe if we got really, really drunk, because bulls fear the smell of red wine! Don’t you ever get tired of being wrong, Floyd? And another thing…”