[Yeah, okay, this was playing out pretty much how Bulba expected it would. Vinnie. Vinnie you were real dense. He held back on asking "why do you think I would think that" because that question wouldn't get anywhere very fast.]

I guess it depends on who's thinking about it, huh?

[Bulba looked back at him, gently setting his cup down on the table. He was already past the point where he couldn't really avoid it anymore.]

... Actually, do you remember that I had something to tell you? Would you mind if I went ahead and say it?