"The fuck ya' talkin' about? Limeys born in 'Merica ain't Limey, they're damn 'Mericans. By dat retarded logic, ain't nobody 'ere iz a native. Not even dem so-cawed 'Nativ' 'Mericans'." Neo replied. "Ya' accent ain't who ya' ar', darn it."<br/><br/>He noticed the prepared meal on the table, and Maria was already eating long before he was threatened with a wrestling lock if he didn't eat. "Are ya' fuckin' kiddan me?! Whoddafuck turns down free food?!" He finally sat on the table and started pouring himself a glass of the cherry lemonade. "Goddamn, I miss fish. I dunno, it jus' nevah came into mah mind to get me sum' seafood or sumfin' lik' that. Speakin' of fish 'n' free meals, if Micks left their island, went into a fuckin' Bible-humpin' country and quit bein' mackerel-snappin' papists jus' to not fuckin' starv' ta de'th, I ain't got the righ' to refuse free meals."<br/><br/>He drank some of the lemonade and said, "Gaddam, I luv ice-cold cherry dranks, yo. It blew muh mind w'en I furst tasted Cherry Coke. I mean, dat all-'merican sugar watah, now in cherry flavor?! Jezus Fuckin' Christ, I said to mahself back den."