She leans toward him, her smirk threatening to break into straight-up laughter.
"Don't worry, I believe you that you're a gold-star straight. But I don't think you're convincin' anyone else around here. What's that thing Shakespeare said, or whatever? '—methinks the lady doth protest too fuckin' much'."
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"Don't worry, I believe you that you're a gold-star straight. But I don't think you're convincin' anyone else around here. What's that thing Shakespeare said, or whatever? '—methinks the lady doth protest too fuckin' much'."