We are not talking! We are not fucking! Nothing is happening!

Imagine my fucking disappointment when you turned out to be the biggest cliché of all, sitting there and googling yourself.

You don’t want to be with me. You think… I know you think you do. But if I were to give myself to you, you would run for the hills, ’cause you’re not in love with me. You’re in love with the idea… The idea of love.

Twelve-year-old finds naked slut in dad’s bedroom. Are you still feeling cute?

You should live with someone who everyday reminds you how fucking lucky you are to be with them!

I’m offering you sex, and you want to talk? Has the earth spun off its axis?

I question everything. It’s very healthy.

And that’s the thing with you, Hank. One never knows what to expect from you or your dong.

You know me. The talking and the fucking go hand in hand.