It would have been much more long-winded. "You know something, Rick? You and me, we're a lot alike. Except that my dick is bigger. Because I've got a big dick. Hey, where the hell are you going? I wasn't through talking about my big dick yet! You know I can't chew and swallow food until I warm my jaws up by monologuing for thirty minutes! Just like you! And, remember how you gave Carl a hat and then I tried to chop off his arm, then gave him some of his own household's spaghetti, and then tried to smash his head with a spiked club? All of those things are exactly the same. We're like two easy peasies in a lemon squeezy pod, I say. Hey, can I have Lucille back? Sometimes I like to put lipstick on her and pretend she's my wife. What, like you've never had a ghost-phone threesome with Shane and Lori? I loved my wife, you know. Hey, let's whip out our dicks and measure!"