I dunno, you seemed to be lappin' up all the praise I was givin' it before. Wouldn't be surprised if you upped your production by at least 50% just so you could get some more ass-kissing, you little compliment hoarder.

[He rubs Jesse's head roughly; affectionately, like a dog.]

C'mon. Let's get some dinner. It's my birthday, but I guess I could make exception and cook you up some grub. Since you went to all the trouble of gettin' me a present an' all.