"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 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?"