[He stops walking. His voice stays calm, but what he says comes directly from a place of irritation.]

Okay. First thing, Frank, is how 'bout y' stop talkin' like y' even know the first thing about me, anythin' about my life, or how I lead it. Y' don't know me. Are we clear?

[Doesn't need the forced truth to say this... but it helps.]

Second thing, is that y' don't know a damn thing about my principles an' y' ain't in any position t' tell me how easy I'll let 'em go, so how 'bout y' get down off that fuckin' high horse a' yours b'fore y' fall off.