Well, y'know, son, there's yer garden-variety disapproval. Ayup, there surely is. We see a lot of that, round here.
[sideways glance at skinny clerk, who isn't sweeping the floor]
[takes off John Deere cap, rubs temple, shakes head]
Once in a blue moon, though [lowers voice, looks right into you] a situation demands... condemnation.
Boy, I hope you know what you're doin'.
Willow Wabbit, post-sinkbath. Schmoops walked in and said "Here, hold this."
He was honestly a lot happier about it than he looks. [snicker]