where would be my other half?

- How much you spend on that?  8, 9 bucks?

- 12.

- 12 dollars?  Oh.

- Why?

- Just asking.

- You jealous?  

- No, I'm not jealous.

- It's a character defect, you know.

- I know.

- I 'd give you half, but...you know...

- No, I don't want any...

- Where would be my other half?

- I don't want any.

- You jealous?  That I buy these...these baller burritos?

- No, I'm not jealous.  

- It's the lifestyle.

- I know.

- I live on the edge.

- On the rocks.

- You jealous that I can afford to spend all my money on killer burritos?

- That doesn't even make sense. 

- What?  Everything makes sense.

- How can you afford to spend all your money?

- Look at you—you're jealous.

- It doesn't make any sense.

- Let me tell you something—

- Yea, say something smart again—

- I don't even like burritos.  I just use it as a motive.

- It's motif, nimrod.

- You're a rod.

- You've never even said half the words you've read.

- That's cause I'm a bookworm.

- You're just stupid.  You're not a bookworm.  

- I say things—

- You don't even—

- Out loud.

- You don't even know what motif means.

- I know what it means.

- What's it mean?

- It means you're jealous.

- What's it mean?

- It means, Sit on this, cocksucker.

- You're no bookworm.

- I am.  I have so many smart thoughts.

- You're a book ox.  Quit looking at me.  Look out there.  

- I have to wear a loose beanie on account of—

- I should start bringing in food, too, for during Tammy's shares.  I could grill a lamb chop in time.

- My brain swells cause they run into each other, like 16 geniuses pacing.

- Now's your chance. 

- Sexy geniuses.

- Say something.  

- I'll do it.

- Raise your hand. 

- I'm gonna do it.  

- Give the best share they've ever heard.

- Everyone's jealous of me.

- Tell them you're the best.