They ain't here.

[There might be a slight Texan twang to the kid's voice that gives a hint that she's been out of Texas either long enough or enough times for it to get mixed with a northeastern one.]

What's your job? Are you the pizza man because I'm hungry and all that's here is vegetables. I don't like vegetables. They taste like shit on a shingle.

[If he doesn't recognize that filthy motormouth as Angela's, then he never will.]