Garrison Cootes: Young man, are you suggesting fisticuffs... as in with our fists?
Ted: And feet. I'm a kicker.
Garrison Cootes: Well, well, looks like I just started eating white meat again.
Ted: I will bite and scratch you like a wolverine.
Garrison Cootes: May I warn you, I have been in a fight before.
Ted: So have I... sort of.