[He had to hold back an exasperated sigh. Wash can't keep talking him up like this, or the raised expectations are going to get someone hurt. ]

Look, you keep saying that, but... every time you've seen me do anything, it's been an accident, or luck, or whatever. When I actually try, I'm lucky to make grass.

It's appreciated, Wash, seriously. But I'm not balanced or controlled or whatever else. You shouldn't go putting more behind me than I've got.