Portgas, the minute you and I are in the same hammock together, you're going to flip us both out and onto the ground. Or sand. Or cement. Or whatever else.

Look, don't worry, I've got the cash to cover it.

[Vague stirring sound effects in which Smoker is trying to figure out how to... be.]

[....]

[Finally quiet grumbly voice again.] Just let me spoil you, all right?

[Wow that red is never going to go away.]