"...you're Italian American, you moron. You're from Chicago, so that's where you get your accent. And you can speak it, you just can't remember. Just like you couldn't even remember your own name."

Asher stayed put, assuming Ray was going to start with the clean up in the other room. He'd only be in the way.

"His name's not the funny part. You should see the uniform." It wasn't the uniform itself, really, since Asher actually found it strangely appealing. It was the fact that he still insisted on wearing it, even though he couldn't be further from Canada if he tried.