"It seems to me, Barry Gibb, that you're pretty dangerous yourself," Warren offered, kind of inching away from those kung-fu kicks because, gremlin bite or not, Squall was the trained assassin here, and he didn't want to get smacked or something.

Not that he wouldn't get better, but still.

"And, as my good friend Leonardo da Vinci always said to me..." Uh... "Don' scossa di t gli spaghetti. Which means..."

'Don't kick the spaghetti' in what was probably horribly mutilated Italian.

"... Barry effin' Gibb is too awesome for assassin robots."