[ He gets a hearty pat on the shoulder that's really more of a slap, and then Squalo's taking him into something between a huddle and a chokehold by putting an arm around his shoulders. ]

That's fucking right. You're a wimp. A crybaby. A pussy. A little green pea right out of its shell. And you know what? Admitting the problem is the first step. Now you know what to work on.

[ He gets a punch to the ribs that's probably meant as encouragement. ]

Come on. Say it with me, "I'll quit being a limpdick and take initiative."