[ Reggie's not much better -- will in fact say almost the exact same thing back home, later in his respective future -- so it's not that comment he takes exception to, but rather the insinuations about his appearance. ]

No good merchandise I said, not none -- if all the so-called "talent" here didn't have the motor-skills of a brain-damaged chimpanzee I'd wallpaper my damn room with posters of myself. [ He gestures to himself two-handedly, pointing with his thumbs. ] I'm perfect from head to toe. I mean, what are you, blind?

[ As if it's the rudest thing that could be said to him. ]

Yeah, I so know what you mean. [ Back home he never even used to have to worry about money. A long time ago, of course. ] Seems like the least they can do is share the profits -- I never have enough money anymore, even working my ass off. And I hate working.