What?
What?
What? Ah, Jesus Christ. Are you crying right now?!
I-I'm not crying. Are you crying? Hm? Huh? Hey-Hey I'm **** talking to you! [Paul turns on the music she turns it off] Are you **** kidding me?! What the **** is wrong with you?!
What the **** is wrong with me?! What the **** is wrong with you, huh?!
I don't know. I don't know. I don't know Paul. Why don't you tell me since I can't do anything right.
Jesus Christ! I swear.. I swear to **** God you are so..
What, what, I'm so **** what?.. Say it, say it, what am I? Tell me, I am so ****...
You're a **** psycho!
Oh, yay!
Yeah.
Psycho.
And scumbag. You're **** crazy.
I'll show you crazy
Oh yeah?
You wanna **** see crazy? [She smacks and while he's driving]
Yeah, yeah, stop it!
**** crazy?
Stop it! What are you doing?
Huh?
Stop, stop it!
Huh? Is it crazy?
Yes, that is crazy! You **** psycho! Jesus **** Christ! I'm **** driving!
I **** hate you!
Good! Good! Because I **** hate you too! I ****.. you crazy bitch! [Starts laughing] You psycho bitch! [Starts to fake cry] Aw, you gonna cry? Are you gonna cry now and oh God. Oh, you look so **** ugly when you cry it's horrible, I can't... [mimịcs vomiting] I can't.. [mimics crying and vomiting] Help me God. [She immediately proves him right by angrily grabbing the steering wheel from him] What the **** are you doing?! What are you doing? Jesus! [They swerve off the road] OH, MY GOD!
