Mr. Gold: So. You managed to make it here after all. I didn't realize you were so keen to lose the other hand.
Hook: I'm here for revenge. And I think we both know the perfect little brunette through whom to exact it. I hit on her once, you know. She was not impressed.
Hook: Literally. I literally hit her. In the head. With the hook you gave me, too, so that one's really on you.
Mr. Gold: Overhand?
Hook: Come again?
Mr. Gold: Did you hit her overhand or underhand?
Hook: I don't-- I don't remember. Backhand, most like. What does it matter?
Mr. Gold: No reason, just trying to determine the best way to return the favor. EAT CANE, MOTHERFUCKER.