I’m cold.
Sometimes you are.
What?
Sometimes you’re cold.
Cold?
Yeah. Sometimes you’re kind of cold.
Wow. OK. I just meant that I forgot to wear a jacket. What do you mean sometimes I’m cold? Like emotionally?
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How am I cold?
You just said. Physically.
Ah.
What?
Nothing.
What!?
Are you doing this just to piss me off?
Doing what?
Because I can’t decide if you are really that clueless or if you’re just getting off on being a button pusher today.
What!?
I’m not emotionally cold at all right now, just so you know.
That’s good.
Is it?
No.
You’re not going to even try to explain what you meant, are you?
Are you kidding?
No.
I value my life too much.
It’s a good thing I like your family.
Why?
Because it’s keeping me from strangling you through the phone.
You couldn’t anyway.
You’re right. It’d be much more satisfying in person.
That was cold. See?
You’ll be cold shortly after I kill you.
Room temperature, anyway.
Dick.
I love you.
Such a dick.
You love me, too.
There must be something wrong with me.
You’re perfect, as long as you remember your jacket.
It’s not too late for me to kill you, you know.
Nah. You’d have done it already. You’re used to me now.
Baby, there IS no getting used to you.
It’s one of your favorite things about me.
No. My favorite thing about you is that you make me laugh.
Like now?
Right now it’s more of a grimace.
That’s not like a laugh at all.
You’re doing a really shitty job.
It’s more of a hobby.
There you go. That made me laugh.
Good girl.
Get off my phone.
You called me, remember?
Good-bye George.
Good-bye, Clarence.