Don’t- Goddammit, don’t back her up, Kale! This is serious, Marcia isn’t acting right!
N-not acting right!? Who the hell do you think you… Are...
Wait, what… What am I saying… What have I BEEN saying?
Look, Enoch, let the lady do as she pleases. I know she gets you all hot n' bothered, but at least wait until you’re dating to be her control-freak boyfriend, y’know?
Y-you damn pig… At least *I* have friends! What the hell do you have, a few people here and there who put up with your shit because they have to!? If it were up to me, you'd already be-
Guys, please stop fighting! T-this is all my fault, but… I-I don’t know what happened, I think I must have… *sigh*... Look, can’t we all just get back to having fun again?
Y’know I’d really love to do that, Marcia, but I don’t think the word ‘fun’ is in his lexicon. Last I checked the only word he has down is ‘traitor’.
And THERE it is. Alright, that’s the last fuckin’ straw, punk. I don’t know why you’ve got a beef with everybody and anybody, but it ends right now. You and me, right here.
Ooh, sorry, I don’t know if I can fit you into my schedule buckaroo. I’ve got a 12 O’clock appointment with my bed, and my boss would KILL me if I was late. Tell you what, I can clock you in for next weekend, if you’ve got time to kill.
Hey, what are you- Don’t you walk away from me, you bastard! Get back here!