Retribution.

“Like hell ‘m lettin’ y’ kill me over a fuckin’ joke!”

IT WAS A FUCKIN’ JOKE ALREADY!

I ain’t done shit for fucks sake!

I jus’ did damn it! What, did I fuckin’ stutter?!

“N-nope, never heard’a it! Not sayin’ shit ‘ere.”

If I said I was gonna pop yers it’d make shit worse, master.

Who the fuck like that guy teach ‘er this?!

W-well... I mean if y’ don’t mind my stupid ass screwin’ up the lyrics then... [Is this as close as she’ll get to him admitting it? Perhaps.]

Eh? It is? I mean, I was hummin’ it cuz y’ like the song an’ it’s a nice one.

S-sorta, I got use t’ hearin’ it last year cuz Ryoma kept playin’ it for his wife.

[Since he can’t sing worth shit, he’ll just hum along with her, he’s not drunk enough to sing yet.]

C’mon, it can’t be that bad can it?

Then what y’ wanna call me instead in that case?

Course I would, why wouldn’t I? Been called worse shit y’know, so lay yer worst on me.

Then jus’ park it ‘ere, it ain’t like he’ll murder y’, he’s fond’a y’ anyway.

An’ why? Jus’ fuckin’ park yer ass ‘ere, master! I got alcohol too.