"Hey."

"..."

"Reading books? What? What are you talking about?"

"Overwhelming questions, therapist. You have to have more patience and take it slow. That's the first thing you need to know if you want to help. And secondly, Don't pity Donald. I'm alright."

"... You're saying so much right now. And also acting so different, as if a switch was flipped. I can't comprehend this."

"My name is Donald Trump."

"... Okay, fine. I'll tell you. Possibly."

"Chance? HA. GIVE ME A CHANCE, CHANCE."

"CHANCE, GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE. I'LL CHANGE."

"My lord, your parents must hate you."

"God. That's humiliating."

"See what?"

"..."

"It's Farah, you big baby. Be my therapist."

"Yes. Farah."

"My mom had a classmate with the same name, so wanted the name for her future kid. Some great creativity there. But just give it a chance, Chance...HA. I'M HILARIOUS."

"... Alright, you big baby. I'll stop joking around."

"ONLY IF YOU GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE. HAHAHHA."