"You sound...annoyed."

"...Annnnd?"

"...Isn't that good?"

"But don't walk around like a little bitch. Then you'll get me mad. And I'll come get you. And then kill you. And then cut you up. And then sell your parts."

"I know, Bobby. I know."

"Well, think of - OH MY FUCK."

"Ow."

"OW."

"MOTHERFUCKER, ASK WHAT'S WRONG."

"I fell. It hurts. BECAUSE OF MY LITTLE SHIT OF A SISTER."

"DONALD DOESN'T FUCKING CARE. HE'S HURT. I'M CHOKING THE HELL OUT OF YOU GABBY. JUST WATCH. WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP, YOU'RE DONE FOR."

"Shut up, Bobby. She hurt Doanld. She must pay."

"You shut up."

"SHUT THE HELL UP BOBBY."

"YOU FUCK BOY."

"EXACTLY. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP, UGLY."

"Then, I'll be in jail. Picture me now in a jail cell. Dancing for you, Bobby. Then I'll rip your throat out when you're distracted. Yeah. Like a villain. Cause I'm cool."

"You're thinking about it, aren't you? I bet you'll find me sexy, Bobby."