Bark and bite

"Both are options, although yours you don’t really have a choice considering you choose to be around me."

"That is true."

She raised an eyebrow. “You should have just told me that in the first place instead of bullshitting with me.”

"Well I'm not really known for being subtle. Besides, I still think it is a shit holiday."

"Well quite obviously, you care too," Sally huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she lingered by the door. "Otherwise you wouldn’t have gone through this whole process of telling me how much you don’t.”

"No, I told you because I needed you to shut up. Sorry it might not be the nicest way but I really can't be bothered by that jolly shit. I just- Christmas hasn't excactly been a nice holiday in our family."

"Do I? Hmm what kind of handled are you thinking of? Because I’m thinking of the fun kind."

"Hm yeah that's exactly what I assumed. I was thinking in the sense of putting up with your antics, though your idea sounds very tempting right now."

"You have proven yourself in the past but I wouldn’t get too cocky about it. In fact I can hardly remember the last time you handled me."

"Hm, nah, I think I'll remain cocky about it. I think you have a different definition of handling than I do right now."

"A lot of people give it to me."

"Don't flatter yourself too much Elizabeth, out of all people I think I am most capable of handling you."

I can totally pull off wearing these heels right?

"I am surrounded by idiots."

"Fucked up? Sure, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be better than everyone else here. I don’t see how being fucked up is a negative thing."

"You really are an interesting one, Elizabeth I have to give it to you."

"Why do you think that? Christmas is one of the best holidays."

"Your opinion."

"Leaving so soon? It did seem like you were all bark and no bite."

"Hm no, you see, I can easily fuck you up but I'd rather not waste my time on you."

"It’s just Christmas music, how can you not like it?"

"Because Christmas is a shit holiday."

"I’m not going to stop, you might as well leave."

"Fine, I'm not gonna fight with you there's no point in it."

"Roscoe, we both know I’m too good for you, it’s a bit sad you’re so intent on lying to yourself. I’m too good for everyone here, however if it’s any consolation, you do come close."

"Liz, you're absolutely as fucked up as I am. Admit it. Admit it and I'll leave it at rest."

"Do I look like I care about your not caring?"

"You do actually. Otherwise you wouldn't have told me that."

"You do realise that you’re shitting on someone’s religious special day, right?"

"Do I look like I care?"

"And what shit would that be? I really hope that’s not directed towards me."

"The way you're acting. Don't pretend like you're too good for me, because we both know that's not true."

"Okay, what is with everyone and wanting to be Scrooge this Christmas?" Sally muttered, raising her hands in a surrender and slowly turning to go.

"Christmas is a shit day and honestly people that act like you are acting make me want to punch someone."