[He squints, and leans forward a little--and then his face kind of collapses into a well-doesn't-this-just-fucking-figure look, and he leans back.]

Yeah. I knew it. I fucking knew it. [if only he'd staked money on her being a kid! and a girl. jeez. what is dignity.] You argue pretty well, for a kid. Or maybe because you're a kid.

...Not that we were any great competition at the time. [self-deprecating and honest.]