Don't come talking about old times.

Especially if you couldn't care less.

Don't come telling me you were thinking back about then, and get all sentimental on me when you don't mean a thing. And, as for you, don't come around telling me I'm just like her and think it's all fine and dandy when it sure isn't. So, just keep your lies to yourselves, and do me a great big favour.

This ain't fair. And you know that, Bryan. And you too, bloody Chindian.