“All due respect, I love you.” He starts talking. “Don’t you dare say what you’re about to say.” “You know you’re not my type.” “Well you’re not my type either, bitch!” “How am I not your type?!” “I like ‘em a little more rugged than you.” “I’m rugged!” “You’re not really rugged…” “How am I not rugged? Because I’m not wearing a damn flannel in 80° weather, you dumb idiot!” “Look at you now, you’re too angry too, you fly off the table. I don’t like that.” “That’s a very rugged thing to do!”