We: No man! But you can do the job while you're in town!
Parson Brown: Ah, well I hope it happens right where I'm sitting... you failed to give me legs.
We: Oh, sorry Parson, didn't mean that.
Parson Brown: Well a lot of good sorry does me... you know how hard it is to be a parson. A friggin' Parson?!
We: We're sorry, we didn't know...
Parson Brown: Fine. Fine. I'm talking to two unwed heathens who probably have had intercourse several times, I don't have legs, and you two are just walking around in this fucking Cold as shit WINTER WONDERLAND!
We: Look, you need to calm down!
Parson Brown: I'M A SNOWMAN! SORRY IF YOU THINK I'M OVERREACTING WITH THIS CARROT NOSE OF MINE!
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