Hello, Kelly.
Drop dead. You know how my mom's paying you off? She's breaking my trust. I can't touch it until she's dead, and now she's breaking it to pay you.
I'm sorry, Kelly.
Why don't you start **** her again! You can spend it together! I hate you!
[Kelly swings her binder at Sam, hitting his trophy, it falls to the floor and breaks]
I **** hate you, you son of a bitch! I **** hate you!

