I laugh plenty. Hah hah hah.

[Blake sneers at her.] If I wanted the public's opinion, I'd hold a press conference. Go play with your dollies.

[While he's behind the counter and the carny is occupied (yes it's a middle-aged man with dark facial hair, oh you know him?), it's time for a little policework.

He walks right up to a bottle and tries to jam a ring on top.

Just as he thought, it is just a millimeter too small.

He turns a cold, cold glare on the carny.] You son of a bitch.