"Hey."

"Indeed. I'm sick... and tired of everything. I've come to a stage where life sucks."

"Look at that. We're very alike. I told you were going to hell together."

"Nope...Gabby! Can you make me tea? My throat hurts, Bobby."

"Is it weird that -"

"...How'd you -"

"...You're a really good boyfriend. Well, to me you are."

"What's wrong with you? Everything should be great. Your mom's fine...you have that adorable little brother..."

"I'm sure she loves you back. I should meet her sometime...I really miss you though. It's does suck that we're pulled away from each other...Thank you Gabby."

"And then it's just me and you. Against the whole world."

"Stop being so cute. It will make me miss you more."

"Hardy-Har-Har...can I ask you something?"

"When's your birthday?"

"April 19th."

"I know...I may just stay in my room and just talk to you. That would be a great birthday."

"Are you free on the 19th?"

"See? Good boyfriend."

"Don't worry. In the summer, I'll get enough kisses for a lifetime. Which is equal to a lifetime of presents."

"..."

"You know I love you right?"

"I know I say it all the time but seriously...I do."

"Charlie's right...Donald is better."