“i’ll try to do better tomorrow, okay?”
“just leave the bottle.”
“what the hell are you doing here?”
“hey, smart-aleck, you got any money?”
“you know what? i’m gonna quit telling you anything. i educate you and it bites me in the ass every time.”
“what’s up, honey?”
“what grade are you in, anyway?”
“jesus, are you serious?!”
“what the fuck are you doing here?”
“he wouldn’t lie to me.”
“what’s his name?”
“i know you’re upset.”
“you can’t even be bothered to remember his name?”
“i’m going to find someone who gives a shit.”
“oh, my god. this is like, a fucking thrill.”
“look, i got shit to do, okay?”
“my friend, she needs some help.”
“fuck them. i’m sure you share my sentiment there, but fuck them.”
“listen, lady, i’m nervous enough already, and you’re a fucking yapper.”
“you don’t wanna try to fuck them over? really?”
“what does that even mean?”
“this isn’t me just ripping on my ex.”
“how’d he look, on a scale of one to shit?”
“i’m sorry. i-i got nervous, and…”
“it won’t happen again. it won’t.”
“i haven’t eaten a fuckin’ thing all day long.”
“something else happened out there.”
“i googled you, you know.”
“you got a nice face, considering all the booze and smoking and stuff.”
“no, no, we don’t have to talk. it’s okay, seriously. i think i’d prefer it.”
“did google say that? that shit creeps me out, that people can know things about you like that. it’s so easy, you know? anybody can fuckin’ know everything about you. i don’t like that.”
“what was he doing out there at night, anyways?”
“to me, it’s downright suspicious.”
“you fucking weird asshole.”
“aren’t you interested in the truth?”
“i’m not going back there, okay?”
“that’s a load of fuckin’ horseshit, and you know it.”
“you’re lying about what the fuck happened.”
“are you fucking with me?”
“i got a feeling they’d be pretty pretty pissed off if they found out you lied to them.”
“let’s be pals and shit.”
“i’m still just a little bit in the dark about all this shit.”
“you fucking talk too much.”
“would you shut the fuck up?”
“i got a guru— he’s not really a guru, he’s a hairdresser, but he’s really deep and intelligent.”
“i really need you on this one, okay? i just really need some help.”
“how long am i gonna be on the hook for this?”
“can’t we just go upstairs for five minutes? i swear to god, it’ll be really great.”
“you motherfucker.”
“i wanna beat the shit out of you.”
“i’ve had the shit beat out of me a lot of times, doesn’t do any good. i just replenish with more shit.”
“you really are an asshole, aren’t you?”
“she’s hiding something, i’m sure of it. i think there’s a bigger picture.”
“i don’t care about the bigger picture, or secrets, or who’s sleeping with who— unless it’s you sleeping with her, because that shit really pisses me off.”
“no, no, no. no. do not look at me like you’re gonna be fucking me. i am not a fuckable person.”
“i think i kinda broke your gate a little when i came in, sorry.”
“i just wanna know if he had anything to do with it. did he?”
“god damn it, i already told you i didn’t run over anybody. don’t be an asshole.”
“go ahead. tell her. i don’t give a shit.”
“i can’t sleep for shit.”
“if you don’t let me stay here, i’m just gonna spend the night with a boy i’m seeing.”
“i’m not sleeping with the guy.”
“you want me to ask questions about the guy you’re seeing? is that it?”
“i’m not letting you get in a car with a damn Uber guy, some murderer.”
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