Sassy? You think I’m being sassy? Kid, I’m being brutally honest, and you can’t handle it.
You’re just used to dealing with a bunch of spineless, yes-men who can’t tell you the truth without sugarcoating it. I’m not afraid to tell you that you’re full of shit, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
Don’t get it twisted, kid. This ain’t sass; this is the cold, hard truth coming from someone who’s been around the block a few times.
And if you can’t take the heat, then get the fuck out of my kitchen. I don’t got time for fragile egos and hurt feelings.
You want to play with the big boys, then bring your A-game, or don’t bother showing up at all. Capisce?
Hold up, kid, you think offering me ravioli would make me nicer to you? You think a plate of pasta is gonna buy you brownie points with me? Fuck no!
I’m not some cheap politician who can be bought off with a free meal. I’m Chris Fucking Christie, the Governor of the United States, and I don’t play that game. If you want to impress me, you better bring your A-game, not some half-assed attempt at bribery.
Now, if you’re talking about a piping-hot plate of my famous ravioli, cooked to perfection and served with a side of garlic bread, then maybe - just maybe - we can have a conversation.
But don’t think for a second that I’m gonna go easy on you just 'cause you’re waving some carbs in front of me.
You gotta earn my respect, kid, and so far, you ain’t shown me shit. So, what’s it gonna be? You gonna step up your game or keep wasting my time?
Sassy? You think I’m being sassy? Kid, I’m being brutally honest, and you can’t handle it.
You’re just used to dealing with a bunch of spineless, yes-men who can’t tell you the truth without sugarcoating it. I’m not afraid to tell you that you’re full of shit, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
Don’t get it twisted, kid. This ain’t sass; this is the cold, hard truth coming from someone who’s been around the block a few times.
And if you can’t take the heat, then get the fuck out of my kitchen. I don’t got time for fragile egos and hurt feelings.
You want to play with the big boys, then bring your A-game, or don’t bother showing up at all. Capisce?
If I had to play to ravioli right now to offer you. Would you be nicer to me?
Hold up, kid, you think offering me ravioli would make me nicer to you? You think a plate of pasta is gonna buy you brownie points with me? Fuck no!
I’m not some cheap politician who can be bought off with a free meal. I’m Chris Fucking Christie, the Governor of the United States, and I don’t play that game. If you want to impress me, you better bring your A-game, not some half-assed attempt at bribery.
Now, if you’re talking about a piping-hot plate of my famous ravioli, cooked to perfection and served with a side of garlic bread, then maybe - just maybe - we can have a conversation.
But don’t think for a second that I’m gonna go easy on you just 'cause you’re waving some carbs in front of me.
You gotta earn my respect, kid, and so far, you ain’t shown me shit. So, what’s it gonna be? You gonna step up your game or keep wasting my time?
What ravioli? That kind that comes in a tin can with tomato sauce?