Oh, sure, sure, no problem... [Although he doesn't manage to be quite so saccharine as his usual attempts at bullshit.] —But it must be very difficult to perceive these fractures of the heart. You know, where I'm from, it leads to lunatic asylums. They lock you in and tie you up and let your heart be torn asunder, all because of its natural delicacy. Miss Babic, oh, Miss Babic, you won't let Zecora put me in a lunatic asylum, will you?

[And, of course, he's still overacting.]