Did you tell her what a great time you were having with all the pretty girls?
Actually, I told her that I miss her, how I miss holding her, that I was looking up at the stars thinking about her ice-blue eyes, and how I miss kissing her.
You're such an immature asshole. You need to grow up. There's nothing wrong with men buying me drinks, or me sleeping in their beds. You're such a fucking prick.
But... I love you...
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT LOVE IS YOUFUCKINGASSHOLE, YOU YELL AT ME WORSE THAN MY DAD DOES AND YOU'RE IMMATURE YOU LITTLE BITCH!
Wait... This isn't supposed to be happening... MUST WAKE UP! MUST WAKE UP!
That's it. The picture of the ex goes OFF THE NIGHTSTAND.
Well, since I've run out of female characters, I've decided to let everyone in the audience know that just because the characters used look the same, they are actually different people.
This is boring. Can I have my cellphone back now?
In a second Cyd. Ok. I want to make sure that everyone knows--
I think they got the point--Hurry up! I might have an important call!