Am I doing this right?

"Ah... thank you. That's not somethin' I hear every day. Especially in the mask."

“WAY TO PUT A MAN ON BLAST! SHUT YOUR CAKE HOLE! I’m 22 and I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!”

“Also, thank you, I like ‘em too. These belonged to my uncle Ben, y’know.”

“Hello to you all too!” 

“I mean... Ben’s pretty tall, isn’t he? I mean, he was. Never commented on my pop’s height, though.” 

“I’d gladly be arrested over punching a Nazi.”

There’s a heavy pause, before the tension melted away from his voice. “I love egg creams, though. Whiskey, if there’s none of that. The others tried giving me soda before-- I think Coca Cola tastes like medicine.” 

“I think they’re great. Good kids, lots of spirit. Got a lotta fight in ‘em. They’re real good kids. But romance will come when romance comes. Some day they might get dizzy with some dame or a lad– it’s not my place to say. At least– that’s what ship means, right? Romance, or something–? Well, it happens when it does.”

“I’m not an old man! Just because I can drop my voice, doesn’t mean I’m old. I just come from an older time than you guys.”

“And, well-- Peni did try to explain how the internet works to me once. But I haven’t quite wrapped my head around it. To connect not just a neighbourhood, but the entire world over a device that can fit in your pocket... Technology really has gone through a lot!”

“I’m not really sure what’s the point of this question-- But, I guess I like them. With a side of butter, they make a good breakfast.”

“Currently accepting digital mails and letters.”