First off, I'm not goin' to be your assistant. I'm not goin' to be one of your science projects and I sure as hell am not goin' to tolerate bein' used like a piece of lab equipment. You treat me with some damn respect, you understand? No more walkin' all over me and expectin' me to just go along with it.

[That's probably the most important thing. Ford absolutely cannot go into this thinking their relationship is going to be the same as it was before. Fiddleford is far, far past the point where that's a possibility.]

I put my entire life on hold for you, y'know, because you were my best friend and I figured you'd do the same for me. I know better now.