[Alarmed, Lassie sticks close to her master when Slevin turns on Chris. Chris, in comparison, only presses into one of his own eyes with the heel of his hand, grimacing]

Not. What I meant.

Fucking...

Shit.

I'm not worried about goddamn Hannibal just yet. [Fuck that guy, he wants to say]

What was the mistake you said you'd made?