Tank... Tank, Tank, Tank... Tank, Tank, Tank, Tank, Tank... Tank, Tank, Tank, Tank, Tank, Tank, Tank...

What am I going to do with you? First, I think I'll start off by throwing a bucket of red paint at you (aiming at the beard). Then I might use the disembowelling shears to chop you into tiny pieces and be used as a colour powder for the next haircut-customer around. goofy

- I'm your partner. I'm your friend.
- Is that what we are?
- Oh, you know what? I don't know what we are. We kiss and then we never talk about it. We nearly die frozen in each other's arms, but we never talk about it, so no, I got no clue what we are.

~ Rick Castle and Kate Beckett ~ Knockout ~