[Sanji leans in, shoulders hunched, glaring now.] You think you're really any better? Neither of us have gotten serious, you moss-headed muscle brain. If I really tried, you wouldn't stand a chance.

[It's easier to beat the hell out of your buddy/rival and get battered in return than to actually deal with things. More fun too, honestly. There's been one too many breakthrough already today. And he's got to make himself feel more masculine through the ancient manly rites of a quality fight.]