She either slaps or she acts like she's right with the puppy dog eyes. Yeah, well, I did say I miss smacking you around. That's true.
Come on, now. Look, I'm not going to apologize for giving a fuck about my friends, okay? So if I ask you how you are or what are you doing tonight, do you want to come hang out with me? Like, don't fucking, don't shoot the messenger. I care, okay? You're lucky.
Y'all are fucking fortunate. No, hush. She hit me with it.
She hit me with it. You disappointed me, Tony. All right, I'm sorry, Karen.
You do give a fuck about your friends. Y'all are fortunate. You have someone that gives a fuck about you, okay? That's all I'm saying.
Dare I ask how Jules is doing? Jules, how are you? Hi. Hello. How dare you.
Yeah. Fine. I'm good.
Good. Good, good, good. How are you doing, Stash? Stash? Stash the bear.
I'm not answering. How are you doing, Pugs? I'm doing. You doing? Just had a late dinner.
I've got an evening coffee going. Sounds good. I'm still eating coffee.
Sounds awesome. I just lost a line that I haven't touched yet. So there's that.
Tony, how are you? Good to see you. What happened now? I said, how are you? You keep harassing me. Whatever.
You texted me. You initiated the conversation. Oh, excuse me for giving a fuck about my friends and how they're doing.
That's what I'm saying. And I didn't tell you to come in here. I said I missed seeing you.
