- Wow, she even pulled up to let me know she's not going to let me in.
- I hate that tension.
- Yea, me too.
- She must not like you.
- Maybe if she got to know me she might like me.
- Let her know something great about you in time to let you pass—you gotta win her esteem before the green light.
- She's avoiding my look.
- Make sure it's gentle.
- I am, fucker—I'm trying to look humble.
- Ah, she's not looking.
- Well, she must really love the butt of that other car.
- It's her right not to look.
- Yea, her little sphere of influence.
- Maybe it's your cigarette hanging out of the car. It makes you look abrasive and the smoke follows you in traffic.
- Is that your way of being subtle? Take it in, my friend. Let me tell you something—
- Open my window first. Jesus, take the child lock off.
- She's hiding behind the Constitution, that's what she's doing. Her little sphere of...privacy...and non-confrontational—
- Don't be racist.
- She's the racist one! It's probably my arms.
- I think it's the smoke all around you.
- Well you can't fuckin' smoke anywhere in this city! Now there's signs in open lots. I'm telling you, I think it's a conspiracy...by your type.
- Yea, probably.
- What's it matter, she already pulled up. She's in love.
- She's on a date with that car.
- They're watching a movie together.
- In a theater.
- There should be a softer, feminine word in low-brow language, where you don't have to call a girl a bitch for being such a...villain.
- Yea, villain sounds off for females. Witch? Maybe?
- Witch is cute. One of my friends kept calling me when she knew I couldn't pick up, and I texted her, "Stop calling me, you witch." I thought it had a little charm to it.
- Damn, no one let you go. We're going to be stuck in this cycle, too.
- They must have heard the news about my type down the street.
- Ah, there's no room for emotion or personal circumstance on the road.
- There's cars behind me—Fuck this.
- What are you doing?
- Getting mine.
- This one's right turn only.
- This is exactly what causes racism.
- You're blocking traffic, man.
- I gots to.
- Oh, this is bad form.
- I'm everything I ever hated.
- (laughs) This is embarrassing. The people at the crosswalk—
- When the light turns green I gotta cut off the first car.
- We're right next to him.
- Is he looking?
- I'm not gonna look...
- (whispering) Turn green, damn you!
- I hate that tension.
- Just don't look at him.
- I'm not gonna.
- I gotta race him.
- They're honking behind.
- Should I wave? He honked again.
- We're beyond that now.
- (whispering) Green, damn you!
- They hate your type.

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