Matthew: Alfred F. Jones was a cocky son of a bitch.
Alfred: Ahaha!
Matthew: But we forgive him. We forgive him not because of his superhuman good looks, or because he only got nineteen years when he should have gotten more--
Alfred: Eighteen years, buddy.
Matthew: Dude, come on, really?
Matthew: Iâm assuming you have a little more time, you interrupting bastard.
Matthew: Interrupt me in my eulogy. Youâre supposed to be dead.
Alfred: *LAUGHS*
Matthew: But um.. When the scientists from the future, come to my house with robot eyes, and they tell me to try it on..?
Matthew: I-Iâm gonna tell those scientists to piss off, because...
Matthew: Because Al, I donât even want to see a world without you. I donât--
Matthew: *breathes and pauses eulogy*
Matthew: Then having made my point, I'll probably put the robot eyes on, because you know-- come on, theyâre robot eyes. Sounds awesome. And I donât know.. Um.. *verge on tears* I just-- This is just so hard. Um.. Godspeed.