"Shut up," he mumbles under his breath, "just shut up!"
"What's that, baby?" A slender woman in a tight plasticky dress leans in, emanating fuzzy concern.
He pauses--was she even really aware of what she was saying--and heaves a sigh.
"It's nothing, baby, it's nothing," he forces, offering her an oddly meek smile. "It's nothing."
After all, he was probably just tired.
Small Child: Leave me alone, Morton, I'll Bullyfoot you!
Morton: *raises fist*
SC: Eat it, you numb cumdumpster!