First, you wrongly end my life and then you dump me into the body of some chick figure skater? What are you thinking?
I'm sorry, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances. I mean, you insisted on winning a gold medal out on the ice.
No, no, no. A gold medal in hockey. Hockey! That's with pucks and sticks. Not disco music and stupid frou-frou outfits.