- I'm sorry.
- If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it in the first place.
- Oh, come on, baby, what kind of argument is that? Of course I couldn't be sorry when I did it—
- And while you were doing it, right?
- Well, it's impossible for me to think that way, along those lines, I couldn't—
- (zoo impression) Along those lines, along those lines. That's such a copout. You knew what was going to—you know what, I don't care. I just don't care—I'm gonna go to my mother's.
- Yea, that's good, baby, sleep it off.
- This is it.
- What!?
- This is it, Sinclair. I'm not going to do this anymore.
- Oh, come on. It's a part of recovery.
- You're always in recovery, even while you're high.
- But you are! Look, if you consider my stretch in (extending arms) the long run...
- Your stretch?
- If you look at my stretch with soft eyes...
- Oh piss off!
- What about Wrestlemania? We were doing so good again after that.
- Yea, we were. You know, I forgave you for Monica. At least you were having sex with a another person. Neanderthal that you are, that's normal human behavior for you.
- Fuck that fruit punch ignoramus.
- Ignoramus? You looked up a new word from your cartoons?
- She seduced me. You know she spiked our Gatorade that day. I told you.
- Oh piss off, Sinclair. You were looking for a drinking buddy...but I don't care anymore. I'm not going to do this.
- What are you saying?
- I'm saying Fuck you, Sinclair.
- Come on, I was cool after Wrestlemania.
- Yea, for like a month.
- So then I got back to you again.
- Yea, for another month!
- I'm sorry!
- I'm going to my mother's. It should give you time to delete all the porn from the computer. I'll be back to get my stuff.
- I'm sorry.
- You can keep the computer. You know, I'm done thinking about you, wondering what's going to happen when our neighbors find out you really liked their profiles—
- I can't do this right now.
- When my cousins find out...their husbands find out.
- Can you at least wait till I—I can't think! Can you wait till I clear up my head and not yell at me.
- I'm not your mother, I'm not yelling at you—Fuck you! And who's that one? Is that DP & Bruiser's new escort? Oh good memories. That's a lot of angles, Sinclair. You're a subtle artist! Are you sure you don't get in some shots of Bruiser's trunks?
- Please stop, baby.
- Maybe I'll do that. And then I'll call him and tell him to come over. I don't have to worry about him—
- Fuck you!
- He'll build me a good one.
- Fuck you!
- No Fuck you, Sinclair. Hold on, let me grab my photo albums. You're going to be the only guy in the world who's single and still not faithful.
- If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it in the first place.
- Oh, come on, baby, what kind of argument is that? Of course I couldn't be sorry when I did it—
- And while you were doing it, right?
- Well, it's impossible for me to think that way, along those lines, I couldn't—
- (zoo impression) Along those lines, along those lines. That's such a copout. You knew what was going to—you know what, I don't care. I just don't care—I'm gonna go to my mother's.
- Yea, that's good, baby, sleep it off.
- This is it.
- What!?
- This is it, Sinclair. I'm not going to do this anymore.
- Oh, come on. It's a part of recovery.
- You're always in recovery, even while you're high.
- But you are! Look, if you consider my stretch in (extending arms) the long run...
- Your stretch?
- If you look at my stretch with soft eyes...
- Oh piss off!
- What about Wrestlemania? We were doing so good again after that.
- Yea, we were. You know, I forgave you for Monica. At least you were having sex with a another person. Neanderthal that you are, that's normal human behavior for you.
- Fuck that fruit punch ignoramus.
- Ignoramus? You looked up a new word from your cartoons?
- She seduced me. You know she spiked our Gatorade that day. I told you.
- Oh piss off, Sinclair. You were looking for a drinking buddy...but I don't care anymore. I'm not going to do this.
- What are you saying?
- I'm saying Fuck you, Sinclair.
- Come on, I was cool after Wrestlemania.
- Yea, for like a month.
- So then I got back to you again.
- Yea, for another month!
- I'm sorry!
- I'm going to my mother's. It should give you time to delete all the porn from the computer. I'll be back to get my stuff.
- I'm sorry.
- You can keep the computer. You know, I'm done thinking about you, wondering what's going to happen when our neighbors find out you really liked their profiles—
- I can't do this right now.
- When my cousins find out...their husbands find out.
- Can you at least wait till I—I can't think! Can you wait till I clear up my head and not yell at me.
- I'm not your mother, I'm not yelling at you—Fuck you! And who's that one? Is that DP & Bruiser's new escort? Oh good memories. That's a lot of angles, Sinclair. You're a subtle artist! Are you sure you don't get in some shots of Bruiser's trunks?
- Please stop, baby.
- Maybe I'll do that. And then I'll call him and tell him to come over. I don't have to worry about him—
- Fuck you!
- He'll build me a good one.
- Fuck you!
- No Fuck you, Sinclair. Hold on, let me grab my photo albums. You're going to be the only guy in the world who's single and still not faithful.
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