"...Who the hell is this?"

"You stole my number?! Creep."

"Because I'm mad at you."

"Because you're ignoring me, fucker."

"BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING BIPOLAR, BOBBY."

"...You have been forgiven, Chancey."

"..."

"Let's talk."

"You."

"Me then?"

"I was secretly hoping you'll ask that question first because I was going to ask you the same thing."

"Well, my hair is so light, it looks white."

"Or platinum blonde."

"Mine's? Never say something so fucking stupid like that, Chance. You wanna go to Harvard? Don't say some shit like that. Fucktard."

"Very."

"Meaning you'll talk about yourself?"

"Exactly, Bobby. Now, shut your trap boy. My eyes...are really dark. But I'm sure their green. Or, black. Who knows, Bobby?"

"I basically look like Harley Quinn."

"...Just remember to lock your windows tonight, darling."

"But Chance, who said I was joking?"