Blonde ma'am: "uh-"
she throws away the knife and instead... she grabs a gun from thin air
"...now look what you did. I'll deal with it."
he then disintegrates the gun
Blonde ma'am: "...shit."
"wait, lemme guess, next you'll get a bazooka."
Blonde ma'am: "...what do you want?"
"I already told you, I want food."
Blonde ma'am: "What do you reallly want?"