KEVYN: Elf, honey. It's my brain he invaded.
I don't need you to get violently incoherent on my behalf.
ELF: I'm not doing it on your behalf. I'm doing it for me. Your brain is full of things like our first date, our first night together...
PETEY-NODE: This is true. And I must confess to having perused all of that.
KEVYN: You... my... sex... remember?
GRAAAH!
PETEY-NODE: It is also true that he does not need you to get violently inarticulate on his behalf.