[ He lets him go on because he doesn't know where to start. He's always been good at cutting these sorts of conversations right in half. Quentin is spiraling and needs it. ]
Dogs learn what you teach 'em. He ain't learning.
[ Not that that's what Daryl's concerned about now. Or at all, really. ]
You don't even like me an' you're beggin' for my help. [ Why sugar coat it? ] Your friends don't like him. That means nothin' to you?
No one's teaching him. They're just jumping down his throat. I dunno, I heard you talking with him like a normal, concerned human being, I know you used to talk--I figured I could at least ask. My bad.
[ His frustration simmers excitedly over the connection for a long few seconds, but hey--it's all he's been getting on the Felipe front anyway, right? How disappointed can he really be? With finality: ]
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Dogs learn what you teach 'em. He ain't learning.
[ Not that that's what Daryl's concerned about now. Or at all, really. ]
You don't even like me an' you're beggin' for my help. [ Why sugar coat it? ] Your friends don't like him. That means nothin' to you?
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Yeah, I'm the problem. Not the guy you're tryin' to protect from consequences.
I ain't climbin' up on the cross with you.
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Great. Thanks for the help.
[ He's out! ]