It's Albuquerque, it ain't, like, Mississippi. [ Which apparently sounds like a state where a lot of people could be named Floyd. ]

[ Cue an eye roll here at her concern, though the hand at his arm is kinda touching - she's worried about this snake, and it's half a mind to just let the damn thing go now and forget it all, but he's already halfway there and so determined. ] I'm movin', I'm concentratin', alright? Look, you can't rush art -

[ As he scoops the snake a bit and nudges it into the crate, slams the lid down on over it once he manages the act and claps his hands down on the wood in a celebratory kind of way. ] Fuckin'- yeah. Bitch.