"You're ugly."

"FARAH FOR THE WIN."

"What are you doing, Bobby? I've been up since...twelve? Working on this project."

"Let's be honest...who would want to be my partner?"

"Well, Bobby is in Boston. So, I'm working alone. It's fine. I'm getting an A on this."

"I know you dig it...why did I suddenly grow to miss you? Heart, stop fucking with me."

"I shouldn't. I know you're fine. I need to keep my head in the game! ARGG."

"Oh shut up, ugly...STOP IT HEART."

"Honestly? My mind roams free. There's so many explicit ideas up there."

"Heh. Oh! In class yesterday, I had a substitute and I was chewing gum and she was like, 'You! Stop that! What is your name?' You know what I said?"

"...You're no fucking fun. You get everything. Fuck you."

"NAW. JUST YOU. BECAUSE YOU'RE DUMB."

"I'm immune to sickness, fucker!"

"SHUT UP. I WON'T GET SICK."

"FINE."

"I'll flash you. HEHHEHEHEHOO."

"I. BET. YOU'RE. BLUSHING."

"YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DO ANYTHING, SHIT FACE."

"YOU CAN'T REGRET ME."

"YOU SHUT UP."

"INDEED."

"LOVE YOU TOO CHANCEY."

"...Don't care."

"That's my Bobby."