"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!"

"Here, hold this."

"You can sleep when you're double dead, fuckhead! Come on, what you really need is a recharge! A reinvigoration, a re—"

"Wait, I am only here for Ange— Oh! Never mind. Let's go!"

"You know, we can do this shit every fucking night! You don’t have to spend all your off hours “working on yourself.”"

"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 this fuckhead."

"That was kinda hot."