And he'd be mean to me.

And then he'd probably punch me.

And then he'd be making fun of me.

And they laughed me off the stage at the UN.

Or a bunch of angry cops glaring at me and going for their guns?

And if he were still alive right now, he'd be laughing at me.

Don't thank me.

Don't thank me.

Call me Gussie.

You've proved your loyalty to me by saving my life.

A slimeball captain ran a sting operation on me that sent me up the river for 20 years.

Are you telling me you're a complete woman?

I get to release all this bitterness inside me, and it's not like the captain would kick me off the force for such a minor infraction.

I mean, serve and protect, serve and protect, serve and protect.

No need to thank me.

That's me from the future.

Excuse me, I'll get it.

And we redo.

Also, this thing makes me dizzy.

Hey, that's me from the past.