[Jaime grunts, stumbling backwards a little, but ultimately regaining his balance -- which is probably good for the both of them, seeing as he would have just had to wrestle with the chair afterwards.]

Yeah, yeah, I get it. You came around to hating all imPorts and trying to stab them in parks overnight.

[He folds his hands in his lap.] If that were true, you would've been a heck of a lot smarter about it.

[Armin's smart, and Jaime knows it. If he had wanted to pull off something big, without this anger and disgust rolling around in his gut, he would have done that instead of bothering with guys like him.]

When did you start hating imPorts, anyway?