[How can he forget those fateful days Ned was yelling at him? ... No, really, how could he forget? He doesn't spare a second thought about it. Memories of London are more distant than they should be, and he doesn't make a single comment about his real nagging.]

Maybe I should cuff you so you don't strangle me. [Like he has them. He braces himself against the wheel, shoving it further back against the cart with a groan.] What'd you even put in here, anyway?! American carriages are too heavy!