"What up, hoes! Hahaha!" "Angie, ya bitch! You been texting me depressing shit all day! Figured we could tear shit up like old times. It's been fucking forever!" "You can sleep when you're double dead, fuckhead! Come on, what you really need is a recharge! A reinvigoration, a re—" "Here, hold this." "You know, we can do this shit every fucking night! You don’t have to spend all your off hours “working on yourself.”" "Wait, I am only here for Ange— Oh! Never mind. Let's go!" "Whatever, nerd. Just catch up when you're done." "Okay, look, Angie. I'm glad this hotel shit is workin' for you, but you know me, bitch. I'm doin' just fine. In fact, I'm gonna fuck the next guy I see, okay? But, if you need me, you know where to find me, yeah?" "Look, I can't resist a fight, okay? Especially when I get to tag team with these loose cannons!" "That was kinda hot."