RB: “Oh you want to talk about your Lover again. Your LOVER. YOUR LOVER.”
TS: “Why are you saying it like that.”
RB: “You’re the one with the hyper-inflection. L-L-L-L-Over. I’m just playing it back, ‘just sayin”.”
TS: “Well. That’s what he is.”
RB: “Poor boy.”
TS: “No Texan is a poor boy, give that up right now. And this glass of water is desperately mal-filled. Is there a shortage?”
RB: “Your eyes are so much more arresting, what with these new bangs and all. STOP LOOKING AT ME.”

