Honey, come on. Really? We're really doing this? Well, apparently so.
Hey! Get out here. Come on.
Now. Come on. Let's go in there.
Come on. Come here. Will you just come here, please? I can't talk to you from the other room.
Please? Look, I know you're upset. But I honestly had no idea he'd be there.
Besides, it's not like anything happened. He was there, we said hi, that's it. Oh, really? It's not? Then what happened? Please.
He did not. No, he did not. He gave me a peck on the cheek, and then we all went about our separate evenings.
He's tactile. He'd have done the same with anyone. Honey, the point is, it meant nothing.
It was nothing. I'm sorry, but I don't understand what the problem is. So what? What, you've never had an ex bump into you before? And why wouldn't it be the same? No, seriously.
Tell me. I want to know. Why isn't it the same? What? What? You really think that? Oh my God, honey.
Whatever you might think, I can assure you, that man is anything but a threat. He comes from a generation where foreplay is optional. As in, extremely so.
I would know, and I would testify. You wanted honesty. This is honesty.
Seriously? This is why you're so upset? You think he's a real man? Jesus, I fucking hope not.
The women of the world have enough to deal with. Come here. Look at me.
Stop being a jackass. It doesn't suit you. Seriously, there's insecure and then there's just ridiculous.
You have nothing to be jealous over. Besides, you really think I'd ever cheat on you? Exactly.
I'll knock it off before I get pissed. Oh, I'm prepared to go full crazy bitch. I'm just in that kind of mood.
Especially when you say stupid shit like that. Are you gonna stop being an ass? You promise? Hmm? Yeah? Yeah? Good.
That means we can skip to the fun bit. No. Seriously, don't do that again.
We're not childhood sweethearts. I had other relationships before you and you before me. But I don't care about that stuff.
That was before this. Before us. So, fuck them.
They're not important. We are. You understand? Less.
I have more to worry about than you anyway. Well, I'm the old cougar who snatched you away. You don't think I see other girls and think fuck off? I do.
All the time. Young, pretty, tiny baby dolls in these impossibly short dresses. Like seriously, at this point it's just a vagina flap.
And they can get away with it because, of course they can, because they're girls. They're babies. They're not an ancient artifact like me.
So, yeah. I get it to some degree. But if I have to keep myself in line, so do you.
You understand? Hmm. Oh.
I know. I'm insecure about my age. Not my skills.
Hmm. Time and practice are great teachers. Hmm.
Hmm. Well. Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm. Oh, baby.
I would never doubt the girls. Hmm. Hmm.
No. Hmm. These bitches have seen me through hell and back.
May ride or die. Plus, they're so soft and squishy. Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
I know you know. Hmm. Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
Okay. Okay. Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
Hmm. Couching us. Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
I don't think so. Hmm. Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm. I feel like messing with you.
Hmm. Hmm. No.
Hmm. Hmm. Because what you deserve.
Hmm. Hmm. I have no time for this jealous shit.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
Hmm. Hmm.